shot of joy to small things, 13.05.2019

I wanna hold you in a cage of arms and kisses. Pressed deeply against my chest, my foot sliding on yours, your head nested in my shoulder. I fall asleep to the faint smell of you in your t-shirt and joy engraved in my mind. Sleep takes over and I dream of us at the start, laying in the morning sun, somewhere off a coast in the Caribbean.