In the shower

I'm hugging the sun,

embracing its rays.

The window is open,

wind strokes me in waves.

Outside noise is numbed,

by the rushing and pulsing:

the only sound to be heard,

is of our hearts beating and lips parting.

Condensation trickles

down the panes of the glass,

its mist blankets us,

from any memory of the past.

In fact: it feels as though,

we are in a womb,

with a pregnancy glow

that flows into the room.

Her body and blood block

any sounds of hatred,

and allow my mind to lock,

onto him being naked.

Her sweat thwarts insecurity;

everything we are, we can see,

but our love is purity.

Love

◄ Lump in my throat

We are not your fucking pets. ►

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Sophie Morley

Wed 10th Jul 2019 15:29

Thank you Jason, I'd argue that was even better aha! X

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Jason Bayliss

Mon 8th Jul 2019 15:42

The burning hot, passionate privacy of the company of one you love, so all encompassing that it can block out all the pressures and woes of the world just by being together. Beautifully expressed.

J. x

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