i find myself slowly waking up these days in the early morning light reflected off the fresh snow fall on my window sill and a warmth on my skin that echoes the touches of your rough palms. if i lie there still enough i can almost feel the staccato beat of your kisses across my neck and the vibrations of your laugh deep in my own chest. i’ve only read about moments like this and have always considered them a myth, a legend, an unattainable bliss only reserved for those who are worthy enough. the words that persistently tumble from your tongue are unreal, boy, and i fear i may gladly drown in their depths one day soon.

20 jan, 2012