intimacy

I want to live on the edges, the dawns and dusks where the warm colors dull sharp edges into soft. I want to live in the warmth between daylight and sunset, that golden hour when everything is beautiful when everything is beautiful and the day's worries sink into soft dreams, holding one another as twilight seeps through the window paints you like watercolor purples and pinks on your face, chest and on your lips, which find mine as the sun sinks below the horizon and your hand slinks below my waistline unhurried, unbothered.