n i g h t t i m e

Cold.

Time is getting late.

It’s cold.

“Come, take my hand”.

Dark,

We lay in our sheets

As one.

It’s dark.

Our hands touch each other

As one.

Cold.

I’m freezing.

It’s getting colder.

You are too fragile

For this Summer Night.

Warm.

I wrap my arms around your body.

It’s warm.

You say something in your sleep.

It is a warm night.