loose threads

sunday
rest your head in my lap
close your eyes and let go the world
summer approaches like a slow moving storm
a finger of warmth on my cheek as 
we sway on this porch, silent and content
i’ll lay a kiss on your relaxed temple
bury my fingers in your hair
listen to you snore light, butterfly wings in your chest,
and feel you sink into my pillowy thighs

-rjm