White cotton

Light reflects off white, cotton bed sheets

Having bled through coffee brown, roman blinds. 

Heat trapped beneath the duvet,

A thin layer of sticky sweat lays across bare skin. 

You whisper in my ear

'I don't think we could be any closer'

I wrap my arms so tight around you, vision blurs,

For a moment we are not our own. 

Morning is starting to make it's exit 

responsibilities, like mosquitos, bite.

One

more

moment, 

Nothing exists outside these white cotton dreams.