Little bits of love.

by John Smallshaw
(London, England)

Running my fingers through her hair
It's nice being here
With her.

Nothing's demanded
Though I'm handed her key on a plate.
That can wait.

Plenty of time to draw the designs of our need..
..'til then,
We can feed on the pleasure of just being together.

Laughter?
Well..there's got to be something for later..
..for after.
Tomorrow will come for us both.