i wonder how
these love poems fade,
slither like snakes
from my mumbly mouth
and into your soft ears.
you are ten thousand miles away.
and i wake up to your midnight,
but there is no smoother sound
than your wholesome
hearty voice
whispering
"what's for breakfast?"
there is no time.
for when you are tired -
sweat dripping from your small forehead -
it is time
for the wind to pull me out the door.
so rest, little dove
close your eyes.
you know so little of
how deeply mine heart cries.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
i wonder how
these love poems fade,
slither like snakes
from my mumbly mouth
and into your soft ears.
you are ten thousand miles away.
and i wake up to your midnight,
but there is no smoother sound
than your wholesome
hearty voice
whispering
"what's for breakfast?"
there is no time.
for when you are tired -
sweat dripping from your small forehead -
it is time
for the wind to pull me out the door.
so rest, little dove
close your eyes.
you know so little of
how deeply mine heart cries.
to my far-flung fluffer nugget.
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