white.

there is memory in my silence. dust lines our sovereignty in the length of hours I demand as I lie here in your arms, asleep. I crave your comfort. I reminisce of our time spent, happy, in each other presence, enfolding and folding into pieces of each other foreign to the next. I fall into a stupor, languishing my hours over a cup of lukewarm coffee … the days reminder of your love and the capsule of dynasty I hope to become.