Foggy, grey, misty mornings like today,
Your eyes, heavy with sleep,
Fluttering,
As the cold air seeps,
Into the spaces in which my body was,
Just a moment prior, perfectly fit to yours.
The first weak slivers of daylight breaking through the weight of nights lingering cover,
A cold wet northern downpour awaiting me,
And all i can imagine ever feeling is this radiating warmth flowing through me,
Starting in my chest as i look to you,
Flaring through my lips as they gently brush yours,
Slowly ebbing away all the rough edges left tearing into me,
Filling me with a want for something i cannot even name...
Its a force, in you,
An inescapable presence in which you hold all of the desparity i own,
But have never once let me bear the weight of alone.