Silence of Beauty

It sounds like the silence of early morning snow
When the city shuts down
And we steal the morning

Winter Luminecence on a soft ivory bed
The sensation is like a volcano
that constantly erupts from inside your chest
instead of hot lava
it pushes out butterflies
That fly into the bedroom leaving
Drops of
Sincerity in their path
It is as warm as a sleepy kiss
That starts slow and opens up
Gradually into a complicit wave of passion
It looks like four eyes looking out the window
Faces touch
As we lay
Intertwined
Stopping time