Back To Bed
"You stir the peak of my night holding my vision in sight. The blue of your eye roams in my midnight sky"
She entered and grabbed my soul
light danced across the oaken floor
my eyes fluttered, at the thought
of these feelings that you brought
soft caresses amounting
to more than just a morning ride
as your scent on my pillow pushed
ever into the recesses
of what was a battered mind
welcome was the sun and the wind chimes
playing along with every pang and patter
tiptoeing my chambers deep inside
a stirring called to hurry and leave
clouded or just a fantasy
springing in this fear
I took one more breath of you
and your blue pulled me back to bed
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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