No soul-soothing love
Exists
Outside that which we
Give ourselves
And
The occasional, ephemeral
Meeting
Of new hearts
No soul-soothing love
Exists
Outside that which we
Give ourselves
And
The occasional, ephemeral
Meeting
Of new hearts
An opium evening
We laze with one another,
Folding into peach and tan
Your head nuzzled into my soft chest,
The breaths spilling from you in relaxed sighs
I caress your lovely hair and kiss
Your perfect face;
Your tiny, freckled nose
No words are exchanged
It becomes almost impossible to move
Our bodies will us to stay this way forever