Come lie down next to me,
my fingers drawing circles in the palm of your hand,
your ear against my beating heart,
your lips drawing breath from my lungs.
Curl up against my waist and fit into my curves like the gods have created your body solely for mine. The sun comes in through light curtains, moving up your arm and throwing warmth onto your cheeks. I play with your hair as you’re caught in between your words and sleepy eyes.
The cat stretches and comes prancing to snuggle under your feet. Dancing shadows emanating from tea cups send aroma into our living room, while the soft screeching record turns, swaying melody in the corners of the house.
You sigh deeply and drift off into slumber,
my fingers intertwined with yours,
my mind at peace,
my heart in bliss.
There are moments of idle pleasure that bring back my soul to life: me bringing you serenity on a Sunday morning, you giving me a sanctuary on an Autumn’s day.