knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,

Poem: Interlude

Fluffy, but not necessarily I/K. 


He twisted a lock of her hair
around his finger
with a bemused smile on his face,
laying there,
propped up on one elbow,
stretched out beside her,
body pressing lightly against her side.

She smiled at him,
lifted her small, soft hand,
traced the line of his lips,
admired how the sun lit up
his hair,
touched his nose,
lit his cheeks.
"I would like to save today forever," she thought.

He reached over,
kissed her lightly
on one cheek,
and then the other,
delicately dragging his lips
over the warm satin of her mouth.

Looking down at her with eyes
she could get lost in forever,
he softly asked,
"Honey, what's for dinner?"

He never quite understood
why she looked at him that way.
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