the blue room
is where we lay in slumber
lost in the space of each other
the sheets a mess of tenderness
smile into his chest
the warmth of you seeping into
this worn out mattress
as we fall into each other
full of some unknown endless hunger
i am in love
i am in love with the mere memory of it all
oh my beloved
you are mine
sweet blue room
sweet bedroom eyes
taken from my travel journal 11 February 2009
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