Beneath my pillow
Left hands woven together in the night
Cold feet pressed into warm shins
Breath moves through my hair,
a breathing blessing.
We’re facing the same direction
And in love.
Submitted as part of Thursday poets’ rally. Week 34
Rally participants, please include a link to your own entry within your comment. This makes it easier for both rally participants and the general public to discover your poetry. Looking forward to reading!