This winter day is silent and cold
with my breath freezing in my lungs
well before it’s expelled.
The wind is howling through the trees
and pushing at windows.
It is a day I cannot seem to get warm despite my best efforts.
A day that I am overrun with my own thoughts.
Thoughts that always find their way back to you.
It’s the kind of day I want to spend
wrapped around you
feeling your heartbeat
under my fingertips
upon on my cheek
and your fingers idly drawing lines and circles
upon my skin
and looping through my hair
in a careless caress.
we speak without words
letting our eyes, our fingers, our lips
Content to savour the moment
to suspend time
to each other.
Photograph taken from Tumblr