• music

    like a soft, slow kiss on the cheek
    an untrimmed face brushing again yours

    it's the middle of the night
    slow dancing with a stranger turned friend

    the strum of the guitar is a lullaby
    in this slow motion world

    words caress your ear like soft hair
    falling over your face as your lover leans over you

    your eyes are heavy lidded
    smiling is a lazy effort- contented with only half

    I like running my fingers over the one crease
    the feel of your hand over mine

    even as the song ends
    it echos through the infinite night