soft light filters through curtains, as I slowly stretch
still caught up in sleep-
feather light fingers caress my back
easing me out of my slumber
lips follow
and I
fully wake
to you...
as the sun rises light penetrates the room,
bright light-
morning has come.
I'm back, youhou!
13 years ago
3 comments:
lovely peace of writing... a beautiful flow of imagery and feeling... to catch that moment like a living picture in prose is not easy...
i read several times... glad to have stumbled in life's wanderings... upon your mind...
Hello!
Thank you for your lovely comment, I must admit I'm happy that you liked the imagery, I've been a bit busy, hence the late publishing..feel free to leave comments.
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