Monday, March 7, 2011


In the soft warmth of your body
And delicate sweetness of the air
that slowly exits from tiny lips
I find my new source of right,
a fountain of purity that I hope
To swim in when the moon settles
and pretend to have been so clean
all along.

Your creation has lent me
a second skin that I seem to wear
proudly and comfortably-
It fits so I let it cover me and
though I'm unsure and pretending most of the time...
I'm sure this is what helps me wear the hats so well.

We lay in the mornings and as you sleep and the dawn brings a new sun to loom over us
I continue to selfishly breathe you in, silently
The only sounds are the opening daisies and the light filtering into a new day.