dawn's sun seeps in through the silk curtains, [a sweet kiss from the heavens dancing on my cheeks] as I turn to you, tangled in your touch, soft kisses still fresh on my cheeks. in the morning's standstill, my universe is here.

autumn's sun is sinking, slowly. a warm glow fills the room, our heaven bathed in golden light. delicately, you lay against my chest, your touch dancing along my hand, through my hair []. the tv murmurs in the background; you make a few remarks, under sleepy, worn breath, [].