The morning after
I turn lazily in bed
snuggling under covers
that so recently enveloped you.
I seem to take forever
to open my eyes,
not wanting to see the empty place
you left behind.
I bury my nose
in pillows and linen
to catch a lingering scent of you...
I pull back the sheets
and smile tenderly at all the hair
you left...the dark curly evidence
scattered everywhere.
The morning after
I lose myself in the night before
hugging myself, caressing me --
though not as well as you do,
dreaming still, of nights to come. 作者: 星燃 时间: 2015-7-11 07:49 作者: 有烟无火 时间: 2015-7-12 18:48 作者: 周南 时间: 2015-7-21 19:05