Sleep well, and sleep in.

[organizedchaos]

As I lay in bed next to you on this glitter gold morning, I try to organize my thoughts, which are flying through my mind faster than I could ever imagine.

It hits me.
I have no idea who you are.

I run my finger along your beautiful cinnamon sugar skin as you sleep, tracing the smooth, defined curve of your muscles, wishing that I could get underneath them and into the sharp edges of you spirit. Past them and into the intricate threads of you heart.

I don’t know you.

I know your tempting body so well, but I don’t know what’s inside of it - underneath it... in between the way the shapes of it rise and fall in your sleep.

Sleep well, and sleep in, because I have no idea what to do when you wake up.

[YesNo]

Very nice and very true.

We really don't know who any of those around us are, but when cracks form and we see the ideas we have of who others are as shallow, we wake up--or try to. Or we might join the others and sleep in until the cracks heal themselves.

[Alexander.03]

Just one word for it incredible. You have just made it feel like a class piece of work. I believe that a lot must have gone in writing this poem. Seriously i am looking forward from you. do continue writing such amazing stuff. and yeah the most impressive thing about your work is that you convey your emotions perfectly with the reader. and that is indeed a very important aspect.

[faithosaurus]

I really enjoyed this, and as YesNo said, it's very true.