Rosemary Breath
Washing Windows IV, 2024
I lie next to you,
our bodies relax under woolly covers.
You sleep, features drawn from stars.
My hand stretches over your chest,
tasting your warmth,
the move of your breath under my palm.
A gentle breeze parts the curtains
bringing the familiar scent
of your shampoo.
I angle my body closer to you
always in that single direction.
Sweet seconds stop for us.
You stir, lips delicately part,
eyes focusing on me
before a shy blush dusts your cheeks.
You pull me close, hands in my hair, face
pressed to your neck. You whisper a confession
I have heard a thousand times before.
One that I will answer, without doubt.