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Shades

Shades

BY SAVANAH HIPPERT

Golden sunlight pours onto your sleeping face,

as I try to entangle myself next to you 

like freshly stitched white lace.

 

The covers are orange and soft,

keeping your bodies’ warmth captured

to help mine calmly continue to doze off.

 

My leg finds its place with yours,

wrapped one over the other getting gently tickled by little brown hairs.

our figures become one for what seems like hours.

 

Your red shirt smells of desirable musk,

with hints of fresh laundry detergent.

You kept in on, not changing before dusk.

 

Where we are in this moment, 

leaves me with hoping for nothing more

as I continue to watch the skies morning gradient.

 

All is still 

until you reach over and place a kiss on my pink cheek,

giving my heart a small beginning-of-the-day thrill.

 

When the birds become more active

and their blue figures start to dance in the morning’s shadow,

we slowly begin to move in all of the shades of life we will live.

Rain

Rain

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