curling around each other
like two shells pushed, intertwined
by the thrashing waves.
the sheets were crisp, now
they are slept on, rumpled, a white Sahara
from a birds-eye-view
a leg moves up a leg, shifting hills
hand roaming over curves, in crooks, through hairs
travelling fingers on a familiar space
warm, aging, with lines where
the flesh was once plump and new, unused
undiscovered by the other
days after days, through years and years
in that bed, coupled, through seasons, in and out of clothes
each change subtly accepted
every kiss shared, every entwining
kept boxed in the duvet, imprints of every evening
or day spent here
pressing close, bodies and souls
laced in the tightest, toughest, inseparable knot
clenched together
the mirrored smiles, low breathing
domed, encased there, while the atmosphere outside billows
lying forever
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
curling around each other
like two shells pushed, intertwined
by the thrashing waves.
the sheets were crisp, now
they are slept on, rumpled, a white Sahara
from a birds-eye-view
a leg moves up a leg, shifting hills
hand roaming over curves, in crooks, through hairs
travelling fingers on a familiar space
warm, aging, with lines where
the flesh was once plump and new, unused
undiscovered by the other
days after days, through years and years
in that bed, coupled, through seasons, in and out of clothes
each change subtly accepted
every kiss shared, every entwining
kept boxed in the duvet, imprints of every evening
or day spent here
pressing close, bodies and souls
laced in the tightest, toughest, inseparable knot
clenched together
the mirrored smiles, low breathing
domed, encased there, while the atmosphere outside billows
lying forever
