In the wake of disaster,
When mountaintops touch my lips
And my toes curl from the cold sea
I think of your hand resting on my hip
Creating an earthquake in my too sill mind
Your chest moving with each sleep drenched breath
Your soft snores like honey to my fearful ears
Because when I'm with you
For a moment
I forget that I am required to be more than I am
And sink into unfamiliar rest
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
In the wake of disaster,
When mountaintops touch my lips
And my toes curl from the cold sea
I think of your hand resting on my hip
Creating an earthquake in my too sill mind
Your chest moving with each sleep drenched breath
Your soft snores like honey to my fearful ears
Because when I'm with you
For a moment
I forget that I am required to be more than I am
And sink into unfamiliar rest
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