A locket of brown golden curls, entwined in my stone grip. The brushing of my lips against your plush skin. The journey upwards towards your succulent mouth.
I breathe love for you.
The emptiness of the sound. The roar of the silence. An absence of plight. There are no puzzles in my life, as I lay beside you.
I breathe love for you.
A gentle squeeze, significant to my embrace. A simple thought crossing the neurons of my brain - “You are at home here.” I need no more, but you.
1 comment:
This is beautiful too.
Glenda
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