#26
In the middle of the morning
I awake to the sun
Gleaming through our windows
Illuminating your red curls
Draped over your shoulders
Down your back
To expose my inked portrait
I can trace every freckle
Connect them all
Under the tip of my finger.
Lingering over those
Special places where
The salt on your skin
Tastes like my favorite
Sinful potion
I’ll drink it down
With a smile.
Evening comes
The kids are away
You surprise me
In my flamingo stance
While I water the plants
In the dim light
Your hands and loving, strength
Slip around my waist
Like you’re pulling me home
Your kiss at the back of my neck
Melts me immediately
The floor slips from under my feet
As you glide me across the kitchen.
Worry and weight of the world
Disappears into the background
Just you, me and the music
That flows between our bodies
Like electric, neon sex
On a summer night
A real, live
San Junipero kinda love.
You find me every time.
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This is confessional in a good way. Great write.