thoughts at 12:15
i want to wake up to your sleepy yawns and bedroom eyes every morning;
i’d smile, then snuggle close and drift back to sleep for a few hours in your arms.
12:38
my favorite noise
is that of your heavy breathing
and sharply drawn gasps
when i give myself to you
and our bodies blend together
12:44
i bet the moon is lonely
staring down at a world so dark and quiet
but if it only knew how much we long for it
and feel dazzled and dizzied by it’s presence
oh, moon don’t hide away
illuminate our violet sky
1:00
your eyes tell stories
they speak to me each time they meet mine
yours are lighter, with a bit more blue
but i always pretend they’re the same
when they meet it’s an abrupt and awkward handshake
but then after a few seconds they have become the best of friends
yours telling stories and secrets that even your mouth would not expose
mine shyly observing with amour
