seems like hours sometimes

[bunnystardust]

i love how your small fingers wrap around me in the dark
whether we give in in unison
or me creeping in slowly
minutes could be hours
later
your tiny sometimes trembling hands
find me in this abyss
i run my index up and down
up and down
up and down the length of each little
masterpiece
wonder how something so perfectly alabaster soft
could belong to me
you are off somewhere in those twisted tattered trails
twisted fairytales
off color dreams
in our plaid cocoon
i play with your warm so uncomparable to paper skin
so very suddenly sleepy breath
so sweetly fallen strands
just within my eyeline
how great things will be tomorrow
when crisp green and brown meet again
in semi yellow solitude
similar quiet
your alternate version
this it's late night parallel
perhaps you feel the same way
when your lips cross mine
without much attention
so early in the morning