Photo by Anton H on Pexels.com
Brushing the record as it goes ‘round
Morning comes faster when you can’t sleep Sipping the tepid coffee down to the grounds Delirious; mind wandering depths so deep
Trying to move your body; needing a gentle stretch
What more to be done when you can’t think Misinterpreting grumpiness for ravings of a wretch Settle down; give me a moment for another drink
Like this: Like Loading...
I want to paint our love
Though which brush to use
Impossible to err
With you as my muse Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com
Restless strokes of the brush
The telltale image of our love combined Closing our eyes to life’s explanations Marching to the sunrise; no longer confined Like this: Like Loading...
I lean in close
Brushing your hair over an ear
Whispering how I want you
To me, it’s startlingly clear
You blush & push me away
But I remain firmly by your side
For I am happiest here
My stunning, beautiful bride Like this: Like Loading...