Monday, April 21, 2014

At Rest

Elbows at rest on the bedspread
Sunlight plays across your hair
Tension has been consumed
Torment is no more
I taste your last sip of wine
It betrays your love of cherries
Wish we could have this moment forever
Time stops as sweat pools in the small of your back
When we come
Together there is nothing else
The world ceases
My world is you

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