The night is exceptionally dark tonight,
The wind whistles through the empty streets with dim lights.
It's all so silent, no cars honking or babies crying for their mothers,
No men smoking on the streets glaring dirtily at women of all kinds.
The curtains expand as the wind pours in the room,
The clock ticks and ticks and beside me there is you.
Your head full of thick black hair lying on a floral pillow
Next to mine.
Your body moves as you take slow breaths
Your chest expands and contracts
Your muscular physique has a layer of the softest tender skin
Those pair of eyes bury the most captivating gaze under its closed lids.
The moon reflects on one side of your body,
Your hand rests on the pillow beneath mine.
Your hair moves as the wind caresses your face,
This is one of those moments you relive during your last breath.
I lace my finger with yours,
I hum our favorite song of all time
I want this moment to last as long as the sun revolves the earth,
And the moon brings the tides.
I close my eyes with the certainty of long-lasting comfort and pride,
We are here, and the memories will echo through the walls growing stronger as the house grows old,
till the universe swallows us whole.
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Apricots In The Afternoons
PoetryA collection of original poems. . . . . . . Some may contain mental health related issues so please if you are not comfortable with those you can always skip :)
