(Source: julietslove)
Sleep late
nobody cares what
time
Sunday morning
coffee in bed…
then love with coffee
flavored kisses
and your tongue
dripping honey like a
ripe fig
I have been hours
awake looking at you
lithely at rest in the
free natural way
rivers bed and
cloudshape
your bedgown gathers
up your fullround
thighs,
roll over your hips
your breasts are
snub like children’s
faces…
and your navel deep
as a god’s eye
