Returning to bed in the afternoon
Watching the wind dance in the lace curtains
Listening to the wind chimes crazy melody
The sky is white and waiting for rain
We are nearing the end of winter.
Flannel sheets soft as down on my skin
The quiet bliss of being clean and no one needing me
The morning’s tears have dried
The evening’s yet to come
My heart is out, wandering the world with the wind
Wrapped to my lovers chest
I lay here, waiting for sleep
As the curtain breathes in and out
As the light turns slowly silver.