Meditatively Drawing Little Circles On Your Back Like You’re The Final Answer On A Test I’m Not Ready To Turn In Just Yet
Dozing On My Shoulder With My Arms Around You And I Want To Be Here In This Moment With You Forever
Before The Sun Has Risen But After The Crickets Have Nestled Into Their Little Cricket Beds All Tuckered Out From Serenading Us All Morning
Face In Your Hair And Eyes Half Closed
Fumbling With The Spellcheck As I Document The Feeling Because I Do Not Want To Forget It Now Or Ever Again

















