Explicitly clean white sheets.
Burnt coffee brewing next to
A busy bed. Steam rising.
Sunlight pouring in through
A hastily curtained window.
The feeling of dew drying on
Warm skin, atmospheric pressure release.
Hair playing across pillows, soft skin
Soaking in delicious torment.
Silence, endless white noise and then
Repeated records of jazz dancing
Through our outstretched fingertips.
Your neck, my lips, your hand, my chest,
Us, laughing at the thought
That anything could wrest this moment away.

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Describe Your Happy Place.”