Not dinner time yet, on bed
I am drawing you, your back
the book and the red candle
the almost empty mirror image
We've seen enough
of the city today and no longer
immediately jump on each other
even though we're on vacation
I love you equally profound -
looking, drawing and feeling
how absently totally present
you are, your bare shoulder
which I caress with my eyes
your full attention
for the story and for me
as soon as you put the book down
It's something from years
elusively there
even if we don't pay attention to it
or if it's absent for a while
Nov 24, 2022
Nov 24, 2022 at 3:30 AM UTC
Not dinner time yet, on bed
I am drawing you, your back
the book and the red candle
the almost empty mirror image
We've seen enough
of the city today and no longer
immediately jump on each other
even though we're on vacation
I love you equally profound -
looking, drawing and feeling
how absently totally present
you are, your bare shoulder
which I caress with my eyes
your full attention
for the story and for me
as soon as you put the book down
It's something from years
elusively there
even if we don't pay attention to it
or if it's absent for a while
