The touch of your hand
We're tangled in sheets
Sunlight's sweet glow
Lights the flush of your cheeks
A mourning dove's call
'fore late summer's scorch
The day yawning slowly
Your arms are my church
You take coffee black
I revisit dreams
A picturesque pattern
Together we're forming
I quit marking days
Begin marking moments
Committing to memory
This life that we've chosen
I finally wake
You're counting my freckles
Our fingertips brush
This body's your temple
My name like a prayer
It falls from your lips
My heart tumbles fast
My soul is bewitched
Each breath we exchange
Every thought, every wish
Is safe in our fortress
Just like we were kids
Now, pull me too close
And hold me too tight
It will never be enough
So I'm here, love, for life
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Emma Rowley
Nashville, TN pop recording artist & songwriter sharing my thoughts on the music industry.
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