Zzz’s
I fit perfectly between that little nook inside his arms.
His fingers play and mold with my hair, any strand that falls out of place, he gently guides it back.
With my hands preoccupied on his skin, I rub my face against his beard to get that itch that can’t be scratched.
We melt into one another, waking in the same position we drifted to sleep in.
Arms and legs interlocked like vines, our faces carelessly pressed onto one another.
Completely at ease.
Sometimes I wake up to his lips, other times I wake to his fingertips.
I enjoy him.
However long this lasts I know I will have enjoyed it for everything it was.
3 years later, life would see to us crossing paths again. While the comfort and familiarity were still there, the emotional depth was not.
Some people change and some run so hard to only stay in place.
