More average poetry. Unedited. Untitled.

Hugged between two small pillows
Hips relaxed enough to let the senses guide
The dull roar of great bay waves churning rocks like butter beneath frigid thin black
White tops glisten under the clouded moonlight
Brandy tipped smoke wafts upwards
Peace lives here in the confusing beauty
Fire licks furiously at all walls imprisoning it
Spitting heat
Escaping upwards like gasps of rekindled lovers long thought lost
Cracks mash with waves and blend to silence
Icy flows of sleepy tonic
Heavy eyes and romanticized thoughts of history
Snapped back by unnecessarily descriptive prose of horrors past
Forcing uncomfortable admissions of truth
Lonely moments realized
Love lives in these tattered walls
Happiness lies in the carpet strains, stained with the liquids of good times
If love were a location
I’d be in it