waking under the rising sun,
that soaks through white window blinds.
the air is chilled and smells of sleep.
the pitter patter of a beating heart
can be heard as aching hands
are sifting through softer skin.
breathless as one looks into
blue stained eyes
and the two become whole.
fingernails run through
sandy hair and graze against
the skin of ones forehead.
blushed noses and cheeks are visible,
and red runs to the tips of their ears.
airy laughs from one another
escape their mouths as they lie still.
rest is a secret,
and they rest as one.
YOU ARE READING
a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.
Poesíaventing via poetry, as it seems to move me forward ... enjoy! most of these are probably gonna be super lovey dovey. ♡
