Oct 2013
Comfort
Blankets my mind
For the warmth of a lover
So perfect our naked embrace
We fell in simultaneous release
As our breath begins to steady
As heart rates slow to creep
Almost asleep
Comfort
Blankets my mind
For the warmth of a lover
So perfect our naked embrace
We fell in simultaneous release
As our breath begins to steady
As heart rates slow to creep
Almost asleep
Comfort
Rictameter - a nine line poem, with no rhyme scheme, but a syllable count of 2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2
