Happily Ever After
Alls well it ends well
Ending and beginning a different story, slightly less intriguing
than the last
Still there
Still charming
Just dull
Dull when hands swim in hair every night
When minds meld and eyes dilate
When your skin burns for theirs
And then it doesn’t
And then you sit side by side
Having the time of your life as your life passes you by
Staying sat and saving money
Making lists of things to do
And their name sits between laundry and dishes
When their kink becomes coupons
And your fetish is a foot rub after a long day
And you wash it all down chamomile and sleep
And you fall back into their grasp
Never having left
And still feeling far away
Youngblood with old souls
Barely a history to have had
Sorting through the things that happened when nothing’s
happened in ages
Still knowing this is yours
Where you belong
Carrying the torch to a fire unlit
But when embers never die
They must be nurtured
Through meaningful breath and dry brush
Until they sting your leg with a spark
And you burn them with your silence
As you climb back onto their lap
And smoke rises to your mind
And smothers your doubts
As you light a bonfire scented candle for the night
And for every night
Rekindling the spark and rolling over to read on your kindle
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 8:00 PM UTC
Happily Ever After
Alls well it ends well
Ending and beginning a different story, slightly less intriguing
than the last
Still there
Still charming
Just dull
Dull when hands swim in hair every night
When minds meld and eyes dilate
When your skin burns for theirs
And then it doesn’t
And then you sit side by side
Having the time of your life as your life passes you by
Staying sat and saving money
Making lists of things to do
And their name sits between laundry and dishes
When their kink becomes coupons
And your fetish is a foot rub after a long day
And you wash it all down chamomile and sleep
And you fall back into their grasp
Never having left
And still feeling far away
Youngblood with old souls
Barely a history to have had
Sorting through the things that happened when nothing’s
happened in ages
Still knowing this is yours
Where you belong
Carrying the torch to a fire unlit
But when embers never die
They must be nurtured
Through meaningful breath and dry brush
Until they sting your leg with a spark
And you burn them with your silence
As you climb back onto their lap
And smoke rises to your mind
And smothers your doubts
As you light a bonfire scented candle for the night
And for every night
Rekindling the spark and rolling over to read on your kindle