warm breath meets wet hair
muted sunlight hits his blond lashes,
and our lips touch to the sound of simple salutations
a square of soft light is a white sheet hung out to dry
his subdued snoring: waves against a rocky shore
in this moment, what is peace to me?
a constellation of freckles; an archipelago
sweet silence
trailing fingers down a naked side
he still reminds me of an Appalachian sunrise
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 9:28 PM UTC
warm breath meets wet hair
muted sunlight hits his blond lashes,
and our lips touch to the sound of simple salutations
a square of soft light is a white sheet hung out to dry
his subdued snoring: waves against a rocky shore
in this moment, what is peace to me?
a constellation of freckles; an archipelago
sweet silence
trailing fingers down a naked side
he still reminds me of an Appalachian sunrise