Like always, droplets slid down her skin
Stilling my mind and replacing any thoughts
With a rush of yearning
And as she slid in
Tears immediately sprang forth
For her warmth was oh so welcome
As I lay in a room almost lightless and foreign

Her fingers curved around
The angles of my face
As she lay in the warm covers
Of my bed with me.
Our foreheads joining
And our eyelids slowly closing,
The haunting light of the
Unknown shining through
Curtained windows
Were forgotten.

When I know you're on the other line of the phone, I feel...

Safe
Warm
Happy

You don't even have to talk. I know everything is okay when I know you're with me.

That which I breathe in and exhale
That which shows itself as fug on the window panes;
Is this proof of the warmth, or the cold?

It howls in the evenings,
angry and desperate as
it whistles through buildings,
the shush of trees, thejingle of roof tile shingles,
the eery groan between the cracks.
Is this a war cry or a lullaby?

The cold bite on skin,
the thrash on limbs,
the buffeting -- upward, downward, wherever,
intent on making man fall;
Is this the trial or the sentence?

the sun shines
with your sun-kissed skin
and honey brown eyes.
i lose myself in your gaze
when you give me butterflies.

we kissed, we danced
we pranced under the sunlight.
our melodies of music became a symphony
where our hearts sung and danced to.

our fingers interlocked
with my forehead touching yours,
and yours touching mine.
we were entangled in heartstrings
and you are all that i want.

we went through tough times together,
stood by each other
and never left one another.

i don’t want to drive you insane, but i love you, i really do.
i don’t care if you are “thrash” or “bad” because i love you no matter what.
you’re perfect to me because your flaws makes you who you are today.
let me tell you my love, i love you for who you are and i would never want to lose you.

i’ll never forget the fleeting moment when we had our first kiss or when i had your hand in mine.
all i want to say is, i love you.

Every night
When I get into bed
It’s cold

But I no longer care
Because I can crawl into my bed
And hide under the covers

But every morning when I get up
It’s still cold
And this time I care

Because now I have to get out of bed
Out of my sanctuary of warmth
And face the cold, cruel, world