KISS OF DEW

KISS OF DEW

     Oh, my darling, how sweet the tiny drops of dew dancing on your morning lips.  They glisten like miniature diamonds, their facets fired to vibrant life by pink shafts of dawn’s rosy light.

     There is no painting as magnificent.

     In my dreams I study your lips as you sleep.  They are slightly parted, pinked by Innocence’s Embrace, reminding me I am your sentinel, guarding your heart from bruising, breaking.

     I cherish such a mission.
     In such delightful dreams, I wish I were the Dew of Dawn alighting on the pillows of your lips, succulently poised as jewels on a crown, eager to be kissed to Life.

     Oh, I wish I were the Kiss of Dew.

      If so, I would touch my lips to yours as you slept, waiting for your eyes to open and smile up, happy that your True Love was guarding your dreams, ever ready to ward off any demons who might spoil the magic of your dreams.
     If I were the Knight Guardian of Love's Dew and you awoke with sleep still sanding your eyes, I would kiss the tip of your nose, the corners of your lips, your chin, your eyelids and forehead and stroke the strands of hair and beg you to fall asleep again so that I might savor the soft rise and fall of your chest as you slept in serenity and peace knowing I was there to protect you from all harm, to eat the sins of the world so that nothing but its beauty awaited your every breath.
      One day, my Love, I shall be there with you, not as the Knight Guardian of Love  and not a shadow in a dream.
      So when you close your eyes this august night and the celestial stars press somnolence against your face, and the gravity of the day gives way to the weightlessness of dreams, imagine me standing vigilence over your Sleeping Beauty, brushing my lips ever so close to yours, calling on the dew to rise up and anoint the dawn but never never disturbing the drops’ magnificent purity.

      I am your Sentinel of Love, my Darling, your Knight Guardian, protecting and anticipating the Kiss of Dew.

      Until our lips touch in the reality of Love’s Dawn, I am forever yours…
     
                                     Cyrano!
                                                Anderson-McKenzie

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