Pz-avatarby G. Guthrie30 Nov 2015

our words float like notes
across the fields
of our blankets,
they snuggle into the folds
where it is warm,
and soft and safe
and where we
are laying on our sides
facing each other
our hips form mountains
beneath an old green afghan,
our legs the outline of ridges
that meet and then join
our murmurs
seem like music
blowing kisses
on a soft gentle breeze
it brushes across our cheeks
our own words,
still making us blush,
still making us laugh
the first rays of dawn
peek over the horizon
a splash of sun across the bed
as we lay there
drinking each other in
in long deep slow sips