your bed-warm body
cools down in the absence of the sheets
the shutters barely block the sunlight
which creeps in and covers you in streaks
my charcoal fingers can barely hold the stick
because my eyes can't seem to take you all in
i draw in straight lines and gentle curves across the page
this moment captured just for us to see
YOU ARE READING
the inevitability of wrinkled bedsheets
Thơ cathe life of two, shown in one ~a bunch of sappy lovey-dovey stuff that will probably make you vomit blood~
