Moonlit days

by remembertoexhale

Your hands trace my face in the moonlight,
caressing my cheek
lightly following the planes of my face
your fingers skim over my eyebrows
my nose
and lastly my lips
as if I am some sort of work of art,
and your lips find mine
the shafts of moonlight illuminating us in a silver lining
and you tell me its me
always has been
always will be