Comfortable

I wrap myself in your perfume
the way you nurture a baby in the womb.
I lie my head on your chest
the way love quietly manifests.
I put my arms around your lower back
the way you choose a soundtrack.
I rest my gaze in your eyes
the way you dream about tomorrow.
I lock my fingers in yours to rationalise
the way you part with sorrow.

^{Part of #escapril2021. Photo by Bundo Kim.}