My favourite thing about the sun and you is that you both hold warmth that I crave for.
Listening to the soundtrack that the rain is playing,
I want to be beside you.
Yet, here we are in two different towns,
in two different beds loving from afar.
We draw and come closer on grey rainy days. There is something about the comfortability and serenity in listening to the rain, while laying with the one you love.
On days filled with a yellow and orange fire sky, I find comfort laying next to you in the late afternoons.
I roll myself into you, cascading into your summery warmth, kissing your shoulder blade. I refuel myself on you.
My favourite colour arrives at sunset.
Warm glows of orange and yellows,
a blend of gold.
She grew into the moon, becoming the women she was destined to be.
Bright, beautiful, and independently alone up in the sky.