Cherry blossoms caught in my hair,
as I return home.
The air is ice,
but I am warmed by your arms.
First around my waist,
then gently pulling me into you entirely,
your lips letting me know,
that you’d prefer me to stay home.
I had plans, but now I have your hand in mine,
following, forgetting my free will,
wishing,
beneath the blankets,
that I could stay home,
forever.
Cherry blossoms on your pillows,
as I fall asleep inside your arms.
The air is warm,
and I am falling,
your lips letting me know,
that I am yours,
alone.
