Monday Poetry with Melissa Fry Beasley. Today: 3 A.M.
We live in a garden
Where every night
We sow Love
Instead of seeds
Mouth buried in the back of my hair
Pulling me into you as if i’ll fit comfortably inside
Drawn from the well of dreams
Not even science can rob the sight of wonder
I’ve kissed the skies and don’t wanna come down
Finding refuge in your flesh
In the soft velvet of 3 a.m.