The dormitory of routine ends,
clouds form in purple sky,
silent air absorbs
into the soft night. 
The black palm trees,
a welcome void,
The wind,
a lonely whisper,
the chill,
a curious reminder
of your cool palms
caressing my warm skin,
in a crowded parking lot,
where no one could see us.
Still, you hid your hands
in the folds of my jacket.