Slumber
She takes a seat beside me, the gentle fire in front of us crackling and harmonizing with the melodies of the raindrops hitting the windowsill. We stare at the flame for a second too long, her eyes fall into a daze.
Eyes that are the depths of the ocean, undiscovered. A silent tear falls and the moon pushes the waves back and forth, back and forth.
We are the back and forth.
When I push, she pulls. When she closes her eyes, mine open.
When I ask for hot chocolate, she's in the mood for tea.
My hand turns the stereo knob into gospel and she turns it back to soul.
My words spill like oceans out of my mouth and her voice is a desert, dry and waiting for drops of rain. She inhales and waits eternities to exhale, I comfort her. I wait those lifetimes with her.
She sleeps at first fatigue, I run marathons just to close my eyes. When she wakes, I am still running. It took her a while to realize this and she's been running with me ever since.
We are Olympic athletes.
When we are back and forth, we are together.
I am the undiscovered depths, the hidden blue.
She is the place of craters, portrayed in the night sky.
I am pushed and pulled, she is pushing and pulling.
But we've grown tired.
With eyes heavy, we slip into the sky. A fire that is now but a flickering flame, a storm that is a few raindrops dancing on the house roof, a cup of tea that's gone cold. I feel her fragile hand on top of mine as she sinks into sleep, her head resting on my shoulder.
The maps of curls on her head, the mark on her face, the softness of her touch, my mouth moves into a gesture of joy, an indication of gratitude.
After an eternity, we are a totem pole of Saturday evening, two beings tired of searching.
In the gentle warmth of a suburban home,
with eyelids falling and souls resting.
https://youtu.be/WIrs02QnxfM
AMDG
Eyes that are the depths of the ocean, undiscovered. A silent tear falls and the moon pushes the waves back and forth, back and forth.
We are the back and forth.
When I push, she pulls. When she closes her eyes, mine open.
When I ask for hot chocolate, she's in the mood for tea.
My hand turns the stereo knob into gospel and she turns it back to soul.
My words spill like oceans out of my mouth and her voice is a desert, dry and waiting for drops of rain. She inhales and waits eternities to exhale, I comfort her. I wait those lifetimes with her.
She sleeps at first fatigue, I run marathons just to close my eyes. When she wakes, I am still running. It took her a while to realize this and she's been running with me ever since.
When we are back and forth, we are together.
I am the undiscovered depths, the hidden blue.
She is the place of craters, portrayed in the night sky.
I am pushed and pulled, she is pushing and pulling.
But we've grown tired.
With eyes heavy, we slip into the sky. A fire that is now but a flickering flame, a storm that is a few raindrops dancing on the house roof, a cup of tea that's gone cold. I feel her fragile hand on top of mine as she sinks into sleep, her head resting on my shoulder.
The maps of curls on her head, the mark on her face, the softness of her touch, my mouth moves into a gesture of joy, an indication of gratitude.
After an eternity, we are a totem pole of Saturday evening, two beings tired of searching.
In the gentle warmth of a suburban home,
with eyelids falling and souls resting.
https://youtu.be/WIrs02QnxfM
AMDG
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