Of Love and Other Things
She lay next to him
Their naked bodies touching accidently
Everytime he moved unconsciously.
She lay next to him
The smell of the cigarrete smoke
Filling her hair.
She lay next to him
Reading Neruda and his boisterous adventures
Of love and other things,
Feeling his warm breath on her
Smelling the faint musky smell
Of his perfume.
And then,
When she heard his slight rhythmic snores
She looked at his face, the scar on his eyebrow
The little black mole beneath his lips
And she imagined his voice and his laugh.
She took a long puff
From the almost burned out cigarette
And then, slowly, careful not to wake him up
She turned in his arms
To face the other side.
She lay quitely next to him
And heard his rhythmic snores
And felt his warm, beautiful breathe on her
And she finallly sobbed her heart out
Thinking about the many unfulfilled loves
And the many lost dreams.
She sobbed
Thinking of his beautiful eyes and the way he kissed.
Originally written on the 6th of July, 2013
Their naked bodies touching accidently
Everytime he moved unconsciously.
She lay next to him
The smell of the cigarrete smoke
Filling her hair.
She lay next to him
Reading Neruda and his boisterous adventures
Of love and other things,
Feeling his warm breath on her
Smelling the faint musky smell
Of his perfume.
And then,
When she heard his slight rhythmic snores
She looked at his face, the scar on his eyebrow
The little black mole beneath his lips
And she imagined his voice and his laugh.
She took a long puff
From the almost burned out cigarette
And then, slowly, careful not to wake him up
She turned in his arms
To face the other side.
She lay quitely next to him
And heard his rhythmic snores
And felt his warm, beautiful breathe on her
And she finallly sobbed her heart out
Thinking about the many unfulfilled loves
And the many lost dreams.
She sobbed
Thinking of his beautiful eyes and the way he kissed.
Originally written on the 6th of July, 2013
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