Dwight Stevers: Poetry – Thoughtful Gifts

	Poetry
	Dwight Stevers

Thoughtful Gifts
- for Paul
The trees are fractals on raindrop glass. Your arm caresses dreams down my back on this greylight afternoon. We give each other time, an eternity of moments. Sleep comes in connectedness and t-shirts and naked gentle sound. Covers piled and crumpled in our nest as chores and weather vie for attention – competition for my seduction. A soundtrack pulls us into separate lives with thoughtful gifts, sweet memories and Saturday's anticipation. I am your sweet boy of light and shadow. The singularity of my navel dancing in the sheets draped on curves you should sketch. We'll be together and live in this moment. We'll touch our souls. One more kiss. You'll caress my hair and back and sketch me on Saturday. I'll give you my heart and flow with your life as freely as the rain, as trusting as dreams.

Thoughtful Gifts

- for Paul

The trees are fractals on raindrop glass.
Your arm caresses dreams down my back
on this greylight afternoon.
We give each other time, an eternity of moments.
Sleep comes in connectedness and t-shirts
and naked gentle sound.
Covers piled and crumpled in our nest
as chores and weather vie for attention –
competition for my seduction.
A soundtrack pulls us into separate lives
with thoughtful gifts, sweet memories
and Saturday's anticipation.
I am your sweet boy of light and shadow.
The singularity of my navel dancing in the sheets
draped on curves you should sketch.
We'll be together and live in this moment.
We'll touch our souls. One more kiss.
You'll caress my hair and back
and sketch me on Saturday.
I'll give you my heart and flow with your life
as freely as the rain, as trusting as dreams.

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