Night curl sleep
breaks time into
dreams,
but before we
succumb
we dance hip to
hip,
explore the small
spaces
along our skin
only we know,
and slip out of
worry into union.
The breath of
secrets
is the only sound
in our room of
escape.
All the things we
haven’t spoken
lie quietly on
our tongues.
In the welcoming
heart of shadows
we break through
the walls daylight
has built with
clocks and destinations.
Nothing matters
but you.
Nothing matters
but me.
Love tosses us on
waves
we beg to drown
in.
Comments
"explore the small spaces
along our skin only we know"
Sensuous apeal perhaps?
Lots to think about. Try?
..
'The breath of secrets
is the only sound
in our room of escape.
All the things we haven’t spoken
lie quietly on our tongues'.
Luv that image
Much love...
every bit of it. I've got you bookmarked to look at new stuff you post…