On Love #1
On a not so cold winter’s night
We leave the window open over our bed
A low howl is heard in our ears as the night’s breath gently kisses her shoulders and other exposed skin
We lay facing the east
My hand is nestled between her breasts so that I may pull her heart closer to mine
It is easy to fall asleep at this point
Her pulse a metronome for my circadian rhythm
And as I succumb to this moment
I drift away to whatever dreams her perfumes might inspire