The best time to be with you
is late at night
When the world is asleep
and it's only us and our dreams
Your chest rises up and down
like a gentle wave in the sea
You're breathing lightly
like a soft gust of wind
And every once in a while
if I start to shift away
You will pull me in tighter
and I will smile
and drift back to sleep
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Poem?
Posted by Blake Anderson at 7:45 PM
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