My chin rests upon your chest, you lips on my forehead
Our fingers are tangles, our eyes sink down low
As usual, we laugh, our hysteria slow
We're wholesome like sunlight and fresh Doukabour bread.
You breath ruffles my bangs with the mundane words said
I never feel warmer than while curled in your glow
I bask in the minutes that have ceased in their flow
The apples of your cheeks have proved their name, flushed red
Strands of chocolate hair lie all scattered with mine
My caramel curtain is no excluding line
In my mind is fastened the day's langorous charms
The clock could not touch us and the hour could not chime
We were the survivors in the shipwreck of time
The bower we lay in was made of our own arms
Author notes
This was just to help me remember the format of an Alexandrian Sonnet, which we are learning about in french here. I don't like this read aloud, but I don't mind it in my head.
