We were back to back on the dusty
Roof with colorful mugs clasped
In between our sweaty hands.
A million stars dance through
Skies overhead with only our
Breaths against the cool night sky
Painting the way for a gentle silence
Settling into relaxed brows and
I feel the overwhelming warmth
And safety of my grandmother's
Kitchen with her age old, white stove
Open and fresh cookies slipping out
On the piping hot pan.
Yes it's that kind of comfort gracing
My chest cavity when I sit silently
At your back without the need for words
Because your presence is more than enough for me.
YOU ARE READING
Strawberry Sunsets & Her
Poetrya collection of love poems for her about her, about us.
