a mess of hair
and sleepy limbs
sprawled across the bed
tangled in the sheets
i trace constellations
in the freckles on your back
your lukewarm skin
soft beneath my fingers
sun rays slip into
our secret hiding place
through the blinds
illuminating
heavy-lidded eyes
grey and brown
like the trunk of the tree
in my backyard
you mouth
sweet nothings into my neck
your murmurs resonating
in my very core
a hand splayed
over the dazed thrum of my heart
and your lips meet mine
in a sighing kiss
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