I love the way we can talk in bed, anything
and everything becomes important,
facing each other on pillows
looking into our soul stars
as I stroke your hair,
sharing our secrets
and fears, scars disappearing.
Yes there is laughter and rolling around,
most important are the whispers
baring our souls, trusting
we will still be loved,
I am with you.
Can I read you a poem?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”