Thursday


 you can hear the sun, as it walks in.

The golden sun horizon creeps through our sheets.
My left sock is off, it must be swimming in our sea of love.
The sheets here smell like lavender love and your soft skin.
Lips touch mine, as the feeling to be free takes over me.
Your eyes glisten, as the shade moves and the sun leaks
In all over our bed and bare skin. We can see why love
Exists while we are in this state of mind.  Our shadows
Dance on the wall, the same way we make love.
Pure, Beautiful, Love.  

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