Bedtime Stories

Our hands linked like
the lines they draw between constellations

and I asked you if you believed in a God
and we talked about faith, quietly

mumbling into the soft nothings of
the edge of sleep

and you said,
aiming for my ear but muffled
by my hair,
I believe in you.

With you, there is no
uncertainty. With you

the gaps in conversations
hum like powerlines
with an easy, golden love.

With you, there is
there is everything and nothing

there is just me
feeling like I’m made of velvet,
holding your hand in the dark.

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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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