Love Poem Pt. I
Wriggling from a Self-Made Cocoon
By Savanna CingilliPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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wriggling from a self made cocoon
and moving out from under your arm,
my bare toes hit the cold gingerly,
tentatively,
creeping across creaking wooden boards,
hoping not to wake you.
with coffee in hand
and pink light painting the walls,
morning greets me again.
with caffeine buzzed fingers
i stroke your head
and patiently wait for the bird's song
and the mellow light to turn bright.
bright enough to wake you
from a self-made cocoon
that we built together
underneath the cool light
of the moon,
and the cricket's song.
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Savanna Cingilli
Inhaling experiences, and breathing out words.
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