A dark night
Littered with stars and rain
freshwater claims a sliver of consciousness
A simple word
a lonely question
"Why?"
You take my face into your hands
letting your eyes close on minor chords
It's almost silent
save for piano
and nervous breathing
Your forehead on mine seems to speak
directly to my thoughts
an arrow to my subconscious
An injection to my strength
weakness in quiet trembles
lovely petals of black and grey
falling on our awestruck countenances
augmenting the watery streaks of light
strewn sideways across your freckled skin
A hesitant thirst
not eager to be quenched
finally satisfied
Consent in closed eyes and soft pressure
Fingers caught lovelily in strands
of tired hair
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
A dark night
Littered with stars and rain
freshwater claims a sliver of consciousness
A simple word
a lonely question
"Why?"
You take my face into your hands
letting your eyes close on minor chords
It's almost silent
save for piano
and nervous breathing
Your forehead on mine seems to speak
directly to my thoughts
an arrow to my subconscious
An injection to my strength
weakness in quiet trembles
lovely petals of black and grey
falling on our awestruck countenances
augmenting the watery streaks of light
strewn sideways across your freckled skin
A hesitant thirst
not eager to be quenched
finally satisfied
Consent in closed eyes and soft pressure
Fingers caught lovelily in strands
of tired hair
