three inches open to the rest of the world
that’s all we’ll expose of ourselves today
not hiding but covered in blankets,
we let the winter breeze dance its way down the wood flooring
and keep our feet entangled and warm
Holding you close to my chest, my heart, my breath
brushing the hairs on your forehead away,
I declare that I spoil you with love
and will keep doing the same
until our breaths sync
and serenity pours in.
A.P. Bastian 