foreheads peacefully laid together,

we eskimo kiss. my eyes entangle

in his irises, a spider web of colors

swirled with muted greens,

like forest foliage covered in a soft mist.

shy blues come out to play

in just the right lighting, and 

flecks of hazel and gold twinkle

with the stars above us. 

his eyes travel over my face, 

and my palms drift up to rest 

on his cheeks, fingers splayed. 

my thumbs gently run back and forth 

over the dark crescents that rest 

beneath his lower lashes - if only 

my touch alone could rub them away. 

his hand rests on the back 

of my head, threading dark strands 

through his fingers; they slip through

the gaps, only to be woven

into a new nest yet again. 

tucking my head into his neck,

i inhale the scent of home

and listen to the thunder of his heart.