In the dark, you shed your layers of clothing like a snake does their skin.
You strip everything dead and fictitious away, and it's just us.
You crawl under the sheets.
We sleep facing one another and exist a few feet apart.
The silence is like memory foam, and when I wake up,
I glance over at you,
There's something dangerous about the way you make me never want to start my day.
YOU ARE READING
Euphemism
Poetry"I believe that maturity isn't dependent on age, But rather the severity of the trials the mind and heart have undergone." Growing up comes with so many challenges that can be uncomfortable and confusing. We're all thrown into the ocean and expec...
