at times, my mind is trapped
in syrupy language
that cradles against her
in the snuggle of slumber
empty thunder from the
outside world, while our
universe curves about
each other's moons
we dream planets, kiss shooting stars
make a wish--I kiss her heaven
she sighs, yet never cries
her opened eyes, she looks to me
for that hidden riddle that we speak of
settling love consumes us in embrace
her face against my chin
she smirks, while I smile in silence
this is our quality time
after our climatic earthquakes
she asks for me to hold her closer
underneath naked mingles
and sacred co-mingling, I close my eyes
she hums to the echo of my
heartbeat, I stroke the hair away
from her forehead, yearning to whisper
a poem that will melt her in my arms
yet instead I simply lean in and kiss her
earlobes, thus for her to hear the profession
of my love for her, while she softly giggles
and snuggles in closer
as we fall asleep, together...




Late At Night - Mindtrap