Sep 10, 2007 21:26
when i go to bed at night-
cold air on my face,
your limbs brushing mine,
both dreaming smooth dark coffee dreams-
i can whisper to you my fears
and wonder
if you're sleeping
or
if when my breaths finally turn steady
you'll whisper your reply.
Leave a comment
Comments 2
Reply
-Teddy
Reply
Leave a comment