here in our room, where i sleepily wake up to your face.
the crisp, cold air rolls through the window with precision and grace.
i can’t even explain how much my heart flutters,
when you kiss my forehead, making me stutter.
i hold your face as gentle as a petal falling from a flower.
while you go on, swearing up and down you should shower.
snuggled in the blankets awry,
staring at the cerulean streaked sky.
this room is our sanction, merely the center
brightness and warmth surrounds you the moment you enter.
your eyes, deep pools of chocolate that brim with affection
i endure what you feel simply through their reflection
this morning my heavy shoulders have never felt so free,
as you turn and softly say to me
“She’s all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is.”
your words, so eloquent, i think i may cry.