Perfect Night
A perfect night with you Begins with me at the kitchen counter knife against cutting board the quiet rhythm of metal meeting wood.
You drift in behind me arms round my waist your head resting heavy on my back breathing slow, warm, steady.
Seconds turn into minutes, minutes blur into hours. I don’t move afraid to wake you afraid to lose the quiet spell we’ve fallen under.
Your legs weaken, knees buckle so I gather you up carry you to bed lay you down terrified you’ll wake
I lay beside you fingers combing through your hair brushing stray strands from your face so i sit there admiring your beauty
And when sleep finds me too We’ll wake to the scent of forgotten vegetables
I’ll smile, grab a fresh set and wait for you so we can do it all over again.
Posted Mar 28, 2025, 3:18 PM UTC