picturesque, plaited hair unfurled into loose curls in
mid-slumber, free-falling in warm dreams like a child
jumping into a pile of leaves in autumn.
the light, a bard, drunkenly stumbles into the room
singing love songs, painting you delicately in the light,
only a cold october morning can offer.
i gravitate towards your eyes, wanting to kiss
the sleep away, but i pull back hovering over
your forehead in a moment of hesitation.
in this moment, the bard and i
drink merrily in ode to you.
Your poems are always rich with imagery. I love how warmth this poem feels when I read it. There’s something peaceful about seeing someone you love sleep. This poem does a great job with details. I can picture the curly hair And my fav part was the description of “a child jumping into the piles of leaves”. Thank you for sharing. Somehow I’m left with a smile after reading the poem. <3