![]() 9.23A Poem by Laura Kate![]() 02.04.19, 9.23am![]() As I was waking up to reality, reluctantly coming out of my avatar state the smell of clean sheets softly tip- toed itself onto my face and danced its way up to my nose. Birds were singing at the window and you moved your sleeping hand to rest it gently on top of mine.
Your yielding skin cocooned my back, my legs. your gentle breath warming the base of my neck. Thoughts began to enter my mind, thoughts that would put an end to the utopia we had found. I didn’t want to think about work yet. I didn’t want to think about clothes yet.
I wanted to nestle into you even deeper. I wanted to feel you so intensely through my skin that I would seep into yours and bathe in the core of your being. You lifted your head a little, opened your eyes to check the time and I cried inside please don't ruin it yet.
"It's 9.23, Amore” he whispered "It's 9.23, but this feels like home”.
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