The Beating of Your Heart, Bay-be
I lied there.
My eyes open,
looking up into the darkness of my room.
I thought about what we talked about,
Pet peeves, weird habits, past relationships.
I close my eyes,
lean into my pillow,
and think about the beat of your heart,
and i'm back in your bed,
lying naked in your arms,
my head on your chest,
legs tangled in your,
our breaths long and in snyc.
I can smell Tommy on you;
feel the heat from your body wrap it's self around me,
keeping me safe and warm;
affirming my dreams;
confronting my fears.
I hear the slam of the door,
and suddenly it's 11:42am,
and i've been snuggling with an oversized zebra print pillow.
ah but of course.
Too good to be true?
