May 4, 2015

My May

May brings on sweet Magnolia scented nights, 
with windows wide open to the sounds 
of crickets and serenading frogs. 
Later, turning in the rustle of warm sheets,
we hear the chimes' melody outside
followed by the patter of early morning rain. 
I reach for you, like I always do, 
and you lean into the warmth of me. 
And we sleep. 

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