Twilight fingers twisting through hair, a contrast to our dawning sun.
A quiet brush of the nose, face against my neck, grinning teeth amongst the bruises.
Parted lips, a gauntlet is flung down, a fragile truth.
Tender grip of fingertips against ribs, of a soft smile, the bite of ocean eyes under mine.
“I feel safe with you”
A hand on the waist, cheek to cheek but
never quite mouth to mouth.

the blue summer river flowers have me thinkin of moonlight

You know how to find me !!!!!