In the orange glow of the street lights through the curtains,
Your face loses its peachy cream and cradles stark white in my hand.
Eyes softly closed, long lashes curled like a girl's.
Mouth working furiously,
taking the nourishment needed regularly and randomly throughout the night.
Your lower arm around my waist is the sweet touch that makes me cry.
Small hand kneading in time.
That old song stuck in my head,
Forgotten lyrics changed to fit my mood.
The love, the exhaustion, the peace, this satisfaction,
As we rock back and forth in the small hours.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 1:33 PM UTC
In the orange glow of the street lights through the curtains,
Your face loses its peachy cream and cradles stark white in my hand.
Eyes softly closed, long lashes curled like a girl's.
Mouth working furiously,
taking the nourishment needed regularly and randomly throughout the night.
Your lower arm around my waist is the sweet touch that makes me cry.
Small hand kneading in time.
That old song stuck in my head,
Forgotten lyrics changed to fit my mood.
The love, the exhaustion, the peace, this satisfaction,
As we rock back and forth in the small hours.