Composed 10/25/14
Description: I admit I feel silly posting something so incredibly sappy, but I’ve not written in so long… and this is what came to me as I was drifting to sleep, so this is what you get. But it’s really about just trying to make someone happy, so it’s not too sappy?
My dreams are of your gray eyes closed
Fingertips dusting a pale spotted cheek
Then tracing down, across sharp bones
At a moment when I’m feeling weak
And slowly then they’ll find your hair
Twisting down like silken lace
As I slowly, shyly dare
To press my lips to a guarded face
But it is not for the taste of your skin I wish
Just the subtle pleased twist of a smile on your lips
Scraps of Paper 