Take me to that place amid the silk, where time plays invisible because the animate world is holding its breath still. Both pillows wink at each other to wait for it, it's coming soon over the hill, that breeze that stirs gossip amongst the leaves; transcribing birdsongs as it sweeps the fields, every grain and flower's tease. The squirrels sense it all and signal to the sun to smile harder or you and I might freeze. This is just nature's coddling routine, for when the wind, a recipe of whiffs, seeps in through the seams, just enough the world makes sure, then you and I know it's time to get up, but we shimmer as one, smile, squeeze and pull up the sheets. Our pillows nestled deep, flushed pink, cheek to cheek.
SunRet Awakening by Thomas Baruzzi is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.