The Morning After Effect
The sheets cradle you
in wrinkles of gold and cream
every angle where your body bends
like a brush stroke on a cloud
my eyes stray across impressions
made on your rumpled clothing
hills rising of hot breath and need
valleys caved by the vacuum in your lungs
my fingertips...
in wrinkles of gold and cream
every angle where your body bends
like a brush stroke on a cloud
my eyes stray across impressions
made on your rumpled clothing
hills rising of hot breath and need
valleys caved by the vacuum in your lungs
my fingertips...