Day 29 - Fragrance of Dark Coffee

 Rain.
Light against glass.
Susurrus of storm
behind each note.

Sitting,
curled in on yourself
beside warmth of fire.
Head in my lap.

Lost
in your own little 
Elysium; gone travelling 
while laying 

against 
me. My fingers draw 
shapes into your skin.
The music plays to 

itself.
Molasses slow, lullaby.
I lean down to kiss 
your sweet lips.