Sitting across the table
Sharing a quiet moment,
Tasting liquid goodness
From one steamy cup.

Staring at her face,
Hoping to catch a glimpse
Within her thoughts
Tempted by imaginations.

Following the trail,
Paved by her touch,
Along smooth ceramic lines
Shaping our momentary bliss.

Listening to the chaos
Outside; the comfort of
A sanctuary forged by
Two beating hearts.

Oblivious to the sun
Setting beneath the horizon;
Souls cuddling within enchantment
Surrounded by the night.

Published by David W. Jones

Writer. Artist. Sleepless Blogger. Wrestling junkie. Comic-Book Nerd. Every moment is a story View all posts by David W. Jones