what a beautiful mess
under a blanket we are
lost in the pulse of a bass beat
and the technicolor miracle
of your eyes fluttering closed
between exhales and damp
skin, i can never remember
a sweeter warmth or feeling
more in love with a moment,
an expression you wear like
a challenge in bed with
nothing to cloud us but
the extacy of an instant
when somewhere in the
hidden places of my mind
Ani sang 'love is like falling
and falling is like this'