writteninthestars

Whispered Words

I wonder what your face would look like on

the mornings I get to wake up next to you

Snug and mellow like a warm cup of

hot chocolate?

How soft would your curls feel as I glide a

path of trembling fingers through your

long hair?

How long before the soft flutter of your

eyelashes reveal to me the most magnetic

color of brown?

 

And somewhere during my prolonged golden

hour of worship

My eyes would have wandered to your slightly

parted lips

And suddenly I want you to taste all the words

I couldn’t say