I'm up while you still dream
and you look beautiful.
Creature divine,
surrounded by the dust motes floating
in the golden sun beams
flickering between the blinds.
My phone is on the other side of the bed
but I don't want to wake you,
though I'm battling the desire to capture you
forever like this.
I know forever won't be like this.
Sleep, love.
I can still capture you
with a kiss.
-04/02/2017
YOU ARE READING
i like them both (and other observations)
Romancedepression, love, and sex. chapter one of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual girl.
