because the night belongs to us (original) (raw)
10:00p
Gimme Danger Little Stranger Bedroom Whispers
I could drown
in the sea of bedsheets
pulled over us
in those silent
moments
in between waking up,
and making love.
I sleep in your taste,
your love and it's shape,
and wake in this place
where we trace
memories along
dew drop skin.
Arched back and
body and souls
intertwined
composing passion plays
in saliva ink,
punctuating poems
in metaphor kisses,
and closing stanzas
in the rhythyms
of alliteration's
aching adaptions
of beauty,
love and longing
Current Mood: 
cold