Apr 10, 2007 08:58
a couch for two
souls and flesh and breath
the way your hair felt
the hand we had dealt
flipping the cards
and the smell of your skin
eyes fading slowly
smiles growing slightly
resting, allowing this all
to sink in
and taking the moment
the passing of time
holding on, fast
and reacting to sounds
the beat of your heart
the whispers passing
between you and my face
this solace, this place
and sleep setting in
how timely an end