He can still recall that moment so clearly
She sat in the bay window
Oversized sweatshirt
The coffee mug
Held to lips by her heavenly sculpted hands
She didn’t need to turn to know he was there
Watching from the door
She looked tired, not physically
It was reinforced by her words
“There’s something really ******* gorgeous out there, I just wish I knew what it was.”
He glanced out just to acknowledge her
Not truly caring what was outside
For why should he?
His sunrise and nightfall’s lie in her eyes
The mountains and lays of the lands in the curves of her body
The oceans tempest in the sweetness of her saliva and the rains of her tears
She is the seasons of love
And there in an oversized sweater
With a plaster coffee mug
Was his world and there’s something really ******* gorgeous about it all