A Little Bliss In Between
I find a little fleeting bliss in between sheets which trap warmth and wishes. between simple book covers and forceful movements. In between the morning and the midday, at which point the sun kisses my face and pulls me up out of bed toward. Hands cupped for some desperately needed water. Liquid life left in our palms, spread out and dripping. I wish I could keep it in between my fingers forever, but the pavement is jealous and dry.
(via sandandglass)
