“Let me be your comfort”, he proposes
With words like sunflowers,
Riddled with seeds of something more
And arms outstretched like clouds.
She rests against his chest,
Breathing evenly for once,
Fingers testing the cotton between them,
Kneading with pointer and thumb.
He embraces her cheek
And traces lightly beneath her chin
Humming softly
Watching a smile pull at her lips.
It tugs on the right
Then to the left
She wiggles her nose,
But not in protest.
He feels her sigh,
Tension leaving her soul
Like an overstayed guest
When dawn is much too near.
Lightly nudging his palm,
She kisses his hand
With lavender lips
And a vanilla aftertaste.
His hand continues tracing
Sketching words of love and peace
Like calligraphy on her face
Caressing her lips
As if to refill an empty pen.
She nuzzles against his breast
Like home was never anywhere else
And pillows were a foreign concept.
He kisses her hair
Pressing a smile into her thoughts
Like joy could be shared
And exchanged with a touch.
His head relaxes
Her breathing slows
And all is still
Til morning glows.
Moonlit Poetry 