ethan
he lays down.
in love with his loose curls that are brown.
little snores escape his mouth.
they traveled to my ears and then head south.
his pinkish plumped lips are slightly parted.
and the emotion i feel is lighthearted.
i wonder what he dreams about.
day in and day out.
could it be pastel skies?
or a beautiful sunrise?
maybe the salty ocean?
that's always been his devotion.
suddenly he lumbers.
but he still stays in his slumber.
hey, i know this is another ethan poem but
the next will be gray. i promise.
hugs, drizz.
