Sun-blanketed sheets,
a crumpled map of us,
our bodies
a single braid
beneath.
Yesterday’s coffee
- cold -
but still enough.
Dust waltzing
in the slanted light,
each one
a tiny planet
taking flight.
Your breath,
a slow rhythm
on my skin,
quieting all within.
No need for words,
no need to see—
just this
slow
breathing
symphony.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
Sun-blanketed sheets,
a crumpled map of us,
our bodies
a single braid
beneath.
Yesterday’s coffee
- cold -
but still enough.
Dust waltzing
in the slanted light,
each one
a tiny planet
taking flight.
Your breath,
a slow rhythm
on my skin,
quieting all within.
No need for words,
no need to see—
just this
slow
breathing
symphony.