Your love
Is a blanket that wraps me
And tucks and folds away
Any aches in my body;
I rest my hands
On a cup of tea
And shudder from the cold that is
Extinguished by your touch.
I relax, as heart beats play
A rhythm of warmth
Carried by the sound of
Your breath
That flutters like
hummingbird wings,
Buzzes like
A bee hovering
over a flower which sways
With the morning breeze.
Pollen tickles my ears,
nose, neck
The gold brushing against
My skin
Ablaze with a fire
From your eyes;
They lure me into a desert
oasis of shade,
Pools of sweat refresh me.
I melt in your arms
Your hands
They draw away
the curtains to reveal
an orange sky.
For every season,
Nothing changes.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
Your love
Is a blanket that wraps me
And tucks and folds away
Any aches in my body;
I rest my hands
On a cup of tea
And shudder from the cold that is
Extinguished by your touch.
I relax, as heart beats play
A rhythm of warmth
Carried by the sound of
Your breath
That flutters like
hummingbird wings,
Buzzes like
A bee hovering
over a flower which sways
With the morning breeze.
Pollen tickles my ears,
nose, neck
The gold brushing against
My skin
Ablaze with a fire
From your eyes;
They lure me into a desert
oasis of shade,
Pools of sweat refresh me.
I melt in your arms
Your hands
They draw away
the curtains to reveal
an orange sky.
For every season,
Nothing changes.
