James Champion


A Dream Of You

Rays of morning sunlight meander meekly through the open window,
Creeps into the whitewashed bedroom, and bathes my skin in warmth
As the sun rises, its mild lights’ deft heat touches my eyelids, and
Opens them gently, your spiraled, waved, and golden hair glistens
As bright as the illuminating light that is cast upon it, your bare shoulders
Contour emphasized by the shadows and lighted parts of your velvet skin
Your slender arms tightly wrapped around a bulging pillow where your soft
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