So, in the spirit of a naked flying baby, and his bountiful assembly of pointy arrows, I present… “Falling”


My day was like a thunderstorm

Yours was also not the norm

Now two tired heads lie side by side

In peaceful silence of twilight tide

I am locked in your silken gaze

When I feel my lips

Curve into a startled smile…Why?

For love is the colour in your eye

We are breathing slowly

Your breath with mine, wholly

I blink, I think I see you wink

As night befalls in sync

And when our vision moulds with the dark room

You unfold your arms and hold me

I love you, is what you told me

Right before sleep came

And stole me


Originally published in a lazy bedroom journal…