White Curtains

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By Kelsey Newland

 

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The morning light shines through the sheer

White curtains

The sun is high and bright but snow covers the dead grass

Outside it is cold, December has only begun

In my bed, I am not alone

I reach my arm out and feel you there

The warmth of your skin against my cheek

Enraptures me further into your embrace

Your dark, curly hair is a mess

I run my fingers through it

You open your eyes and stare into mine

In your vicinity, I am numb to everything else

You wrap your arms around my body

And pull me closer

As you did the night before

You are here

And it’s all I need

Outside a deer leaves its tracks in the snow

As it enjoys the morning sun

The trees are now bare, all color is lost

If time were to stand still

This is the moment I’d keep in the mind

Somehow you make me stand

As though I am a mountain, covered in white snow

High above the ground

Someone’s brewing coffee downstairs

Usually I’d be making some myself

But right now, I notice only you

The way your fingers trace my skin

As you caress my face and gently touch my lips

The world is moving, but in this room

Time has stopped

But the light continues to shine through the sheer

White curtains