{"id":16,"date":"2019-01-01T16:01:00","date_gmt":"2019-01-01T16:01:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2021-02-09T02:36:18","modified_gmt":"2021-02-09T02:36:18","slug":"through-blurry-eyes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/through-blurry-eyes\/","title":{"rendered":"Through Blurry Eyes"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align: left;\">&nbsp;The rustle of skin<br \/>brushed up against sheets;<br \/>arms searching blindly<br \/>til finally you find me<br \/>and wrap yourself tightly around.<br \/>The crack in the drapes<br \/>lets the daylight pour in,<br \/>chests slowly rising<br \/>and falling and sighing<br \/>in rhythm with barely a sound.<br \/>The brush of my fingers<br \/>that slide up your spine,<br \/>mapping your jawline<br \/>and tracing your temple<br \/>and pulling your body in close.<br \/>It&#8217;s those placid minutes<br \/>before any words<br \/>are uttered<br \/>that I love the most.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;The rustle of skinbrushed up against sheets;arms searching blindlytil finally you find meand wrap yourself tightly around.The crack in the drapeslets the daylight pour in,chests slowly risingand falling and sighingin rhythm with barely a sound.The brush of my fingersthat slide up your spine,mapping your jawlineand tracing your templeand pulling your body in close.It&#8217;s those placid [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":241,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":109,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16\/revisions\/109"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/241"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}