Glass by Yas Bin Shaibah

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 you.

Than to be here.

Your eyes came to life into mine, and
I had my answer.

To be here for the next thousand
years.

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