it's sweet you in
faded unwashed dirty blue jeans
that rip at the bottoms
and the sun creates lines on your face
soft face with a sarcastic smirk
that i kiss away
and scold you with my body
skin to skin
remember when you used to pull off your shirt
and we would lie in the dark with the
shades pulled up
and the moon watching through the
tree branches
still bare in winter's touch
my you are warm to olsen olsen
open legs
cotton tee-shirts and smooth
lower back which i kiss
sometimes we drown in the blankets
the handstiched blankets
and fight over one pillow
until i give in to you
my cheek nestles into your chest
it's quiet
nice with you