I often wonder,
how
your hair smells,
your skin against mine,
your head resting on my rising chest,
your heart beating with mine,
in the morning next to me.
Would you smile?
Would you make eye contact?
Would you kiss me?
Would you be there?
When I’d wake up next to you.
Would
We be tangled up,
on your bed (or mine),
together like one.
When we’d get up,
I’d make us breakfast
or lunch.
You’d stand behind me,
afraid I’d burn it,
with your arms around me.
I would concentrate on cooking,
but you’d try so hard to distract me
when I’d turn away from the stove.
Maybe.
We wouldn’t.
Because.
I’d wonder.
I’d dream.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
I often wonder,
how
your hair smells,
your skin against mine,
your head resting on my rising chest,
your heart beating with mine,
in the morning next to me.
Would you smile?
Would you make eye contact?
Would you kiss me?
Would you be there?
When I’d wake up next to you.
Would
We be tangled up,
on your bed (or mine),
together like one.
When we’d get up,
I’d make us breakfast
or lunch.
You’d stand behind me,
afraid I’d burn it,
with your arms around me.
I would concentrate on cooking,
but you’d try so hard to distract me
when I’d turn away from the stove.
Maybe.
We wouldn’t.
Because.
I’d wonder.
I’d dream.
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