I lay and listen to the birds
on a morning soft and grey
as addled memories chase
my half thought dreams away
I turn to you and kiss your eyes
and brush your sleepy hair
you murmur soft, lips apart
our limbs begin to stir
You pull me to your gentle warmth
drowsy eyes start to close
your arms become my hearth
our love is my repose
Oct 14, 2011
Oct 14, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC
I lay and listen to the birds
on a morning soft and grey
as addled memories chase
my half thought dreams away
I turn to you and kiss your eyes
and brush your sleepy hair
you murmur soft, lips apart
our limbs begin to stir
You pull me to your gentle warmth
drowsy eyes start to close
your arms become my hearth
our love is my repose