coldenginelogix

Sitting on a throne of bone and moon
I drink from the backs of your eyes
Inhaling your scent
Fragrance
Body
Amazed by the grace of your smile
As you lay dead in sleep
A gray rain falls in soft lullaby waves
Across the windows we dare not open yet
For the heat of summer
Our passion
Still swelters to and fro some daysand we never like to disrupt our sleep
Where dreams weave and interrupt
Through the three of our heads
Across coughing sheets
And pillows
Legs and arms intertwined
Sweet breath baited
With sub concise desires
And needs
Spanning these generations
Behind the same windows
Rendering our safe little world
Respite and peace
I no longer hug myself to sleep at night
She no longer stays awake
We are belonging to one another
Trying to be good for each other
In dreams and life