A poem for you on this Happy Wednesday; I hope you enjoy it! 🙂
Sleep, the draught of
vintage mornings on lightscapes
mellowing a warm glow on the porch.
I close my eyes and remember
the last time we made love
on the floor, rolling
rolling on each other’s backs
sweat sticking on wool skin
from the Persian rug, its golden embroidery
unraveling at the edges.
I remember taking a single thread,
wrapping it around my fingers as you kissed me
neck and face and all
and still, I played with that single thread
between my fingers, wishing that I could sew
so as to stitch our lives together
in each other’s embrace.
– The Finicky Cynic