memory of a morning
By fyreflylights •
as i lie here in my blue cocoon
of a sleeping bag at the
crack of november,
i am reminded -
of the comforting bliss of your
ankles mingled with mine,
feet ready to walk but
understanding the importance of
learning to move together
first. i am reminded
of it being odd that i was
so aware of myself,
knees searching solace
and heart tripping unsteadily
as easy fingers
met with your eyelid by mistake.
and i am reminded of a wish
to whisper in your ear:
my body loves its corners
because you fit them.