Untitled #103

Lavender laughter,

I feel the way you breathe 

while I sleep, 

shifting under the sheets,

curled up on the left side of the bed,

soft,

easy. 

We drift in and out

of sleep around 5am,

the same way we drift in and out of each other,

anticipating the sound of the alarm,

the light shyly creeping in through the cracks

of the dusty blinds.

I can periodically see the glow

of your pale blue eyes 

through the shadows.

Your snore is three times better

than his ever was.

You make me laugh 

in colors I've never seen before,

and I start falling for you

in languages I don't even know

how to speak. 

 

-V.L.