Soft Sheets

Her bare back moves with each breath

as she sleeps into the late morning.

A tattoo on her shoulder peers over the covers,

as her glasses sit on the table adjacent to the bed.

I want to take in all of her-

write down every image of her.

I want to keep it all.

While she sleeps, though, I'll admire from the doorway.



wow, stalk

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741