Zaratops

"I love the way your hair smells after we've stood outside in the rain,
watching the half-frozen slush slowly surpass our feet. I love how
warm you are to me when we've come inside after the sky fades
from lavender to listen to the uneven sound of wind against the house.
We feel so small and safe inside something that sounds so frail.

You're gentle like butterflies against my skin. Against me.
You're floral and something sweeter, like honeydew dripping
Down my chin. Down my arms.
Just lay here with me for a while.

I'll tuck your hair behind your ear and tell you it's alright. Tell you
you're my infinity. With nighttime skyline eyes. And in your hair
there's butterflies, they're silently sleeping, quietly breathing
in your ear about dreams.

And when you murmur my name in the dark,
I'll fall in love with you all over again."



I'm not one for poetry, I suck at it. I don't mind reading it at all. But for some reason. This was gorgeous.

♥

k.

P.S. NOTE: All Poem Copyright is owned by Zaratops (from DeviantArt)
First picture Copyright is owned by Eleanor Rask (from Flickr)
Second Picture I found on Tumblr. Original Photographer unknown.