Our legs intertwined in the beautifully
tangled mess of flesh that was us;
laying on wrinkled, white sheets.
As you kept me warm, and your eyes
closed, I traced the outline of kisses
on your side.
Not mine, but ones Sun was reaching
through the glass to give.
A sigh lead to a smile, and I thought
to myself “What more could I want?”
Than to be here.
Your eyes came to life into mine, and
I had my answer.
To be here for the next thousand