When we roll over in mornings
like two unfinished portraits
my eyes sleepily flutter whispers
of how sweetly you smell -
our eyelashes brush
against each other’s stomachs
as lips lower
fingers fondle
articulation tangled
until we oh so nearly
oh so softly
oh so, then so...
tumbling gratitude in the way our heads
sink into soft pillows
lips lay tenderly
over grinned teeth -
and the bleached morning sun rests
like warm silk upon our rising and falling chests
sweetly saying nothing
in the most resonant of silences.
About the Creator
Charli Whatley
🏳️🌈 chronically ill/disabled | london, U.K. | www.charliwhat.com
My illness means my energy is particularly precious, and when I have a little spare I love to transport myself into new worlds through stories and poetry.
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