Staring at the clouds
twirling in a windswept sky
I am reminded of
the hairs on your chest
I see them while you lay
on your back and I
propped on one elbow
let my fingers swirl while you smile
And the hairs dance
with each other like the clouds
Like you and I before
we became still; before the bliss
Where we could think of nothing
but our own private waltz
