To be close.
In a darkness illuminated by a soft white light.
My mind wanders as it’s curiosities of what will be run wild and free amongst my thoughts.
I cannot sleep as I tirelessly paint the picture of you in my head.
You’re features are soft
Hair that feels like silk, flowing Like a gentle stream across your shoulders.
A smile in my direction, coy, but striking its mark full force with intent.
You pulled to me like gravity, the fall was effortless but intense.
So your head landed on my chest. My hand softly cradling the back of it keeping you close.
My heartbeat in your ears, I am sure thundered like war drums at first.
But as my breath returned to my lungs
this thunder grew soft until it found rhythm with your own
Your calm overtook me like a wave created by a single drop of water on a perfectly still pond.
The ripple cleared my surface as it reset the tone of my soul
I could feel as these parts of us poured into a single place and swirled together.
These are moments that peace truly washes over me.
I just wish to be close.
-Mr. Morningstar
: sleepless nights