I Need You To Say It

Before the coil of worry could take root within my spinal cord, her lips met mine.

Mornings

Wakefulness is unwelcomed, and it arrives with fluttering eyes and soft groans of protest.

Sobriety

I am dizzy off of you.

Talk About It

Dawn breaks across the horizon and bleeds sunlight through my blinds. My house warms with the rising sun, fills with the smell of freshly brewed tea.