*I am holding you tightly to my chest,
my beating heart.*
My ears pressed against the fabric of your clothes.
(No, you don't wear any clothes when sleeping)
*Sorry, I will, for you,
when you arrive.*
So, my ears then,
pressed against the warmth of your skin.
Your heart beating my name.
You humming softly,
looking out the window,
watching the poundings of the rain.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
*I am holding you tightly to my chest,
my beating heart.*
My ears pressed against the fabric of your clothes.
(No, you don't wear any clothes when sleeping)
*Sorry, I will, for you,
when you arrive.*
So, my ears then,
pressed against the warmth of your skin.
Your heart beating my name.
You humming softly,
looking out the window,
watching the poundings of the rain.
After midnight conversation with Nicholas, my rocking Wolverine.
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