Waking he lay next to me
Still brown boy
An angel naked
Resting
Breathing
Dreaming
Pure innocence
No longer the demon
Of the wakened child
Black nest of hair
Strewn across the pillow
Hiding his face
A wisp curls into an ear
Delicate whorl of flesh
Eyes shut tight
Long lashes flutter
Hidden orbs flash
His screen of dreams
Betraying a fantasy
Thick brows pucker
In thought
Relaxing
A frame for the picture
Of an angel's face
Dark moles punctuate his skin
Nostrils flare
Awaiting tomorrows fingers
Moustache of down
Barely visible
Enhances his lip
A vision of the man
This boy will become
Soft full lips
Nature's design
Reflect
The sensuous boy
Seeks comfort in the pillow
Hand cradling his head
Bared armpit hairless
His age apparent
Gnarled fingers old
Hard bitten nails
Show the boy
Delicate pink tips
A contrast to the wonder
Of my coffee coloured sculpture
Flung carelessly across his chest
Dark nipples barely seen
Small islands in a sea of ribs
Protruding framing
The flat expanse of his stomach
A mole, a scar
His mother's legacy
The knot hole of life
Rising and fall
In the slow time of sleep
Hips emphasis his sex
Yes, a boy
No longer a child
Not yet a man
A silent trumpet
Heralds the morn
Casting a shadow
In the early sun
Sack of life resting
Lazily on the slim thigh
Smooth and brown
Two scars bear witness
To boyhood folly
Their origins a mystery
Ugly in this sea of beauty
Toes seeking purchase
He tosses and turns
The curve of his spine
Buttocks hollow
Deepening dimples smile
Shoulder blades arched
A cherub's wings
Folded at rest
Natures child
Beauty
Perfection
He holds within
Belies the horror
Of the wakened child
What dreams he has
The mischief
Total enigma
Boyhood sleeps
To rise on the dawn
My boy
My love