sitting in and being consumed by the midnight
(or maybe a little past, who knows?)
in a new place, but with a forever home
illuminated by the glow of a laptop
nothing but the occasional giggle or whisper
accompanied by the silent begging of more in the pint
cuddled close because there are yet to be blankets on a bed so happily made
listening beyond and hearing the silence together
because when someone loves you this much,
nights like this are beyond the definition of perfect