Stolen

Soft and unsure, I lay across your bare chest. It’s dawn, and we’re both hazy from lack of sleep and too much love. My fingertips trace patterns on your skin that only I can see. I know that on my own there are marks that the collars of my shirts will barely cover. Your heart beats strong against my cheek, and I close my eyes.
A moment stolen in time that is seared into my soul like a scar.