a lovers arms

lying here in a lovers arms
i cant imagine anything outside of this
there is nothing else
just this tiny cocoon, just us

entangled, entrapped, softly curved limbs
surround each other, become one
sweet whispers, fall from lips like charms
“the language of love” needs no words though

only looks, touches, sighs
words would break this spell
destroy the moment we cling to so desperately
it will end soon but it doesnt matter now

for in our hearts we are bound forever
looking at this memory
as a tiny jewel in a pile of rocks
a moment of bliss in this hell

By porcelainwarrior

make pancakes not war . . .