Monday Poem: A Gift

[Klimt – The Kiss]

A Gift

This is a gift I hold in my hand,
feeling its warm heartbeat,
soft within its fur coating,
hiding secrets between folds
and offering promise.

I receive with a thankfulness
that may seem overdone;
especially when the only gift
I receive in return
is your acceptance and satisfaction
with all I offered to you.

I shall turn away now
and go back to my dreams.
There is nothing here left
for me to accept from you,
now that you are satisfied,
satiated and sleeping.

Although, it can be easy enough
just to watch your dreams
tremble through your body
as your eyes chase their elusiveness.