it was home.
it was white,
with picketed fences around
our garden,
which had carnations and
peonies.
the sun set through
our glass windows,
creaking by our
blue, black-out curtains.
my eyelids glowed and
my dreams shook into
the heavens.
slowly i opened my
eyes and the first things
i see is you.
your back is to me
and i passed my hand
over your birthmark
making my body shiver
with warmth.
i sat up and took your
sleeping figure in my mind
as i stood up and
headed to the bathroom.
as i finished i heard
shuffling in our bed
and i peeked from the door.
you're awake and when
you see me you smile
and whisper
"you look like home..."
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Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...
