with your left arm delicately
draped around the folds
of my neck, legs and hearts
entwined alike a grapevine,
we fell asleep together against
thin, dewy blades of grass.
your jet-black hair slightly
tousled, lips slightly pouted
as we lay under the dark
hues of celestial space,
a speckled universe and
the likes. this serene
quietude only to be
interrupted by your short,
breathless whisper—
a timid whimper of insecurity.
"am i enough for you?"
as the gentle, silk touch
of my fingertips slowly
made way to softly cup
your rosy cheeks, i lightly
whispered in hushed,
honeyed tones,
"you're more than enough, jimin."
