the ceiling fan whispers

there’s a slight dreamcatcher chime in the air

smell of an Angel

what’s that I feel on my face?

her hair

amber glow brown in my eyes

even when they’re closed

contentment’s aura like I’ve never known


I sleep like a folded blanket

pulling her close, pulling her tight

more often than not, believe me,

I awaken where I set off from

the previous night,

and she holds my hands when they come around

and settle home

passion’s aftermath like I’ve never known.


and I only know how to write it down

these things I feel, things I say

It’s about a new feeling

to every moment, every day