Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray02 Aug 2015


Turn your head to the side,
cradle your soul, and give yourself
to the feeling.

I watch you slide to a world
of such honeyed joy.
Your eyes close,

and I smile as you fold around me.
The rhythm of the moment

And I feel you flow, swimming in water
like oil, drinking in the fragrant air
like potion.

You are transported. I hold you,
wrapped in your hair
like a dreamer.

The day breaks; you sigh,
sinking into the bedclothes.
The moment

merges with your breathing.
We wait patiently, touching,
for night.