Wednesday, February 9, 2011
The snow has made my eyes hurt--
I long for darkness as if it were a thirst.
I long to bury my face in your hair, like waking at night in a familiar room,
Nothing needing to be done but breathe
And hours still left, for doing that.
I want you for your beauty and your flaws as well--
I want to feel you melting against the palm of my hand.
You feel to me like the rest of the month, the winter, the year stretching out--
You are the reason I love the long hours,
To think of nothing but the sound of your breathing
With hours still left, for doing that.
for One Shot Wednesday