earthy girl.
ripples left in her hair and clothes,
day two on his sheets,
ripples in those too,
sunlight decorates his skin
and delicate touch on your wrists,
shadows from the lace curtains
decorate the vanity,
tattoo your waists,
your faces flushed, he smiles,
you smile back.
It's Sunday morning.
From the windows you can see the city
beginning to breathe,
it matches your heart beat,
adorns your glow,
bare feet and stripped dialogue,
stripped to dark skin,
brown eyes, white sheets, bright smile,
it's sunday morning and it's easy to breathe.
-j.h. || sunday morning
