Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Personal, Writing


Staring as you sleep,

at home in your embrace,

as I watch your eyelashes,

still and resting.

Most mornings,

I am overwhelmed,


as I burrow under the covers,

clinging to your chest,

annoyance that you earned,

by appearing in my life,

and making me fall in love with you.

I hold onto you,

and my heart lives in my eyes,

when we are close,

languishing as liquid,

reaching out,

falling down my cheeks,

trying to be closer to the one she loves.

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