Frosty lips turn and quake.

You sit in wonder, from the sounds they make.

Hand on hand, while heart to heart.

Eyes open then close,

mouthes loosely part.

Forgetting the hours, while you’re in my arms.

Away from the chaos, we’re imune to all harm.

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Comments (1)

  1. RRoe

    Sounds like a good place to be..mouths loosely parted…

    January 21, 2016