Copenhagen

 

His face, held in my hands. Nose to nose. His eyes so close.

The warmth I feel, my heart stands still, and my head, 

for just a moment.

As if nothing exists, just him and I, a breath between us.

His smile. Just slight. It’s bright and yet it fills me with a stillness.

I can’t explain the warmness. The feeling of his skin. The sliding in-between each other, the tenderness of him.

I feel a sense of safety, keys nor locks could ever give. 

Enveloped in his arms is a reminder why I live.

I brush his hair so gently, an extension of myself. 

Caressing him is reading me the stories I can tell.

I’ve been through this before but with him, well he is new. A fresher gaze, a lighter taste, a smile among the few. 

He is precious, Copenhagen boy. He’s what they say you’ll find,

And I promise I’ll do everything, to not leave him behind. 

 

Sam Morris