On Bed(My bed is the savannah and we are two palm trees paired in all our tropical splendour)On Bed by ~Lulabella
The space between us is filled with electrical storms and fireflies, so here we lie
A monument, crashing down through every other thing till we land side by side
your hand in mine
my head on your chest.
Your breathing brings back the rhythmic surety of things lost and I remain
tucked in and folding into you.
The fingers of my right hand stitch themselves to yours, like the roots of two trees, curling and holding
me in place so I cannot dissipate.
Outside this unfathomable downy platform, life-sounds spin and shift, and the world continues its sick