I nestle into the crook of your arm
awash in that floating feeling
of a wayward puzzle piece finding
its belonging resting place.
Nothing is better than the sunlight
crossing your sleepy face
willing your oceanic eyes open
if but groggily.
You question the time
but this moment is timeless;
though I relive it every weekend
I crave it more.
There will never be enough
forehead kisses,
synchronized sentences,
and tender half-smiles.
An affinity so deep I will never touch bottom
drifting through eternity
trying to enjoy us as much as possible
before our final mornings.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
