In the hush of the dark room I stroke your head Your cheek Your hand While you drink I sit a while longer Your comfortable weight in my arms You are soft You are warm You are lovely Beyond the door There is work to be done Dishes to be cleaned Sleep to be had But I find I cannot move I want to linger In this moment Forever
You can find my first poem in the dark and a little explanation of what that means here.
My goodness this + the photos = 😍😍😍
Love this.