sometimes
never enough
the mere sound of it
tickles against my cheek like a warm
flutter of a kiss.
this gentleness against my cheek
this visceral sense of presence
enough for this one more day
savor respite.
sometimes
never enough
the mere sound of it
tickles against my cheek like a warm
flutter of a kiss.
this gentleness against my cheek
this visceral sense of presence
enough for this one more day
savor respite.