There is no better smell than your skin.
Clean and soft,
but comfortably lived in.
It rubs off on me,
seeps into the sheets, and makes a home for itself.
And you.
In the last, peaceful light of day we can lie at ease,
with your scent,
and mine,
weaving a new pattern in the spaces between moments.
Slipping between the bones of the present,
I find comfort in the liminal spaces.
In the pause between your breaths,
and the heavy thud of your heart.
In the places where we are less 'I' and more 'us'.
Two hearts in tune,
four lungs in time.
Just the heavy weight of your arm on my back,
and the feel of your hand in mine.
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S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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The simplicity of the poem plus bombshell lines like "weaving a new pattern in the spaces between moments" gives this have a natural, late-at-night feel. I love it!