Timberwolf
07-23-2006, 01:56 AM
Make Love in the Soft Light of Morning
We met through mutual friends
And got to talking
Eventually you needed to go home and so
We got to walking
Then we rode in my car for a while
The radio playing
I let it slip that I found you attractive
I was just saying
You said you were taken by another
It was no surprise
But you were still flattered enough
To flirt with your eyes
And I thought to myself that I’d like to
Make love in the soft light of morning
We parted ways as new friends
I left you at home
I went back to my own bed
and slept there alone
It was only some time later
That I learned some more
About how your boyfriend would treat you
Behind a closed door
It’s probably best I didn’t know sooner
For his own safety
I don’t generally take well
To hitting a lady
And it hurt me that you weren’t with a man who would
Make love in the soft light of morning
By the time we met again later
I’d heard all the facts
He was long gone somewhere
Slipped through the cracks
You were understandably cautious
You needed a friend
I was happy to be one of many
Who would lend a hand
But in time our thoughts changed
You confided in me
A desire for something you wanted
To feel and to see
And so you asked me one night to
Make love in the soft light of morning
I was nervous and cautious
For what you had asked
I knew this was no small request
An important task
You knew how to fuck well
But now you needed
To feel something much softer and gentle
For warmth you had pleaded
I was honored and flattered that night
I would give you passion
Show you that there’s much more to a true man
Than mindless aggression
And so I took my time and I did my best to show how to
Make love in the soft light of morning
What came after that is private
Between you and I
No one else is meant to know what we did
Under the soft light in the sky
Our time together did not last much longer
It was not for all time
I was never meant to be yours
Nor you to me mine
We have not spoken in a long time now
We drifted apart
I hear you’ve moved far away from your old home
To make a new start
But inside I still truly hope that wherever you are you get to
Make love in the soft light of morning
I am not in the habit of attaching disclaimers upon my work. But in this particular case I feel compelled to mention that unlike the majority of my writing that I've posted to this point, this poem is a work of fiction. In fact, though I've forgotten the name, I believe in my subconcious this is more or less based upon a low key independant film I saw several years ago. I know on one level it may seem odd for a writer to be virtually apologetic over something being a work of fiction... but even reading my own work over, this piece felt somehow deeply personal, and so I was compelled to share that it is, indeed, based on no actual event in my life.
I hope that in no way diminishes anyone's enjoyment of the piece.
We met through mutual friends
And got to talking
Eventually you needed to go home and so
We got to walking
Then we rode in my car for a while
The radio playing
I let it slip that I found you attractive
I was just saying
You said you were taken by another
It was no surprise
But you were still flattered enough
To flirt with your eyes
And I thought to myself that I’d like to
Make love in the soft light of morning
We parted ways as new friends
I left you at home
I went back to my own bed
and slept there alone
It was only some time later
That I learned some more
About how your boyfriend would treat you
Behind a closed door
It’s probably best I didn’t know sooner
For his own safety
I don’t generally take well
To hitting a lady
And it hurt me that you weren’t with a man who would
Make love in the soft light of morning
By the time we met again later
I’d heard all the facts
He was long gone somewhere
Slipped through the cracks
You were understandably cautious
You needed a friend
I was happy to be one of many
Who would lend a hand
But in time our thoughts changed
You confided in me
A desire for something you wanted
To feel and to see
And so you asked me one night to
Make love in the soft light of morning
I was nervous and cautious
For what you had asked
I knew this was no small request
An important task
You knew how to fuck well
But now you needed
To feel something much softer and gentle
For warmth you had pleaded
I was honored and flattered that night
I would give you passion
Show you that there’s much more to a true man
Than mindless aggression
And so I took my time and I did my best to show how to
Make love in the soft light of morning
What came after that is private
Between you and I
No one else is meant to know what we did
Under the soft light in the sky
Our time together did not last much longer
It was not for all time
I was never meant to be yours
Nor you to me mine
We have not spoken in a long time now
We drifted apart
I hear you’ve moved far away from your old home
To make a new start
But inside I still truly hope that wherever you are you get to
Make love in the soft light of morning
I am not in the habit of attaching disclaimers upon my work. But in this particular case I feel compelled to mention that unlike the majority of my writing that I've posted to this point, this poem is a work of fiction. In fact, though I've forgotten the name, I believe in my subconcious this is more or less based upon a low key independant film I saw several years ago. I know on one level it may seem odd for a writer to be virtually apologetic over something being a work of fiction... but even reading my own work over, this piece felt somehow deeply personal, and so I was compelled to share that it is, indeed, based on no actual event in my life.
I hope that in no way diminishes anyone's enjoyment of the piece.