A lazy Sunday with you
Motionless and sprawled in bed next to you,
A feeling of floating purging me of sin,
Listening to the unbroken beat deep within,
Chest expands and deflates,
Not daring to move,
As doing so might disturb the affection I feel being suspended in time and space.
As feet set down at last,
On carpet of dewy emerald grass,
Next to fragrant evergreens,
I grin and feel you move nearer me.
Warm hand descends to lower spine,
Gliding slowly along bone and skin,
Reeling back my mind,
I’m home again.