In the stillest moment of the night,
When nothing more than the soft glow
of your cell phone falls across
the gray of your beard and the wrinkles on your face
I remember those nights
I wanted to crawl inside
your burning skin and harbor there
hidden from the world
deep inside you; cradled around my
ache and longing
holding my desire
for you,
as long as I can.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
In the stillest moment of the night,
When nothing more than the soft glow
of your cell phone falls across
the gray of your beard and the wrinkles on your face
I remember those nights
I wanted to crawl inside
your burning skin and harbor there
hidden from the world
deep inside you; cradled around my
ache and longing
holding my desire
for you,
as long as I can.
