The smell of bed hair
a gentle reminder
of cloudy mornings spent

An unshaven face
coarse to touch
but melts my heart
all the same

A deep exhale
of how long it’ll last
not long soon after
this playful love dance
ends too fast.



Prologue:
A dance of ignorance
A game of who loved less
With silence our paths
Stay unchanging
With my heart unattended
Is it you that is missing?




28/10/08