Lay With You

Sometimes I just want to lay with you.

Because days are busy and hurried

And sometimes I forget how to breathe

So I need your arms to remind me

Of how to feel

So sometimes I just want to lay with you.

Let the words write themselves upon our palms

Let them entertwine

We could write sonnets with our silence

Forget our assignments

My back to your chest

Your right leg on my left

Your breath on my neck

I just want to lay with you

Because I spend all day move

Around corners, around orders

And I tend to forget how it feels to be still

I don't want to have to tell you my heart is aching

I don't want to hear the sound of promises breaking

Making love is fine; but sometimes I just want to lay there.

Fully clothed.

No makeup.

Vulnerable.

Eyes closed.

Hold me until my secrets unfold.

My heart is cold and your arms are the only warmth it knows

No words to be spoke

I know, it's difficult to find time to be alone

But if we could hold on to the hours, the minutes, the seconds,

I reckon we could be free of our insecurities.

I just want to lay with you.

In solitude.

In our purest of forms.

Lay with you until the sheets are torn.

Place wisps of bliss on the small of my neck

Because laying with you is better than sex

I just want to embrace your essence

And inhale your sweet scent without the interruption of nonsense

Lets just lay here and pretend as though we are empty

And fill each other with lovely ecstasy

I just want to lay with you.

Until I forget how to move.

Love, Tianamonique.