the 3 p.m. sun trickled
gently through the windows-
filtered slightly through the abundant
trees outside-
your room was bright-
and the air from the ceiling fan
kissed my face gently-
i could have laid there forever,
next to you-
You-
strands of hair delicately
blown over your eyes-
eyes so peaceful, open or
closed-
your mind, a refuge-
a paradise-
an enclave that entices
me-
comforts me-
home, to me-
the 3 p.m. sun trickled through
gently-
and my head and heart filled with
the mystery of the unsaid-
those unspoken words
music to my ears, still*