Fingers caressing delicate piano keys
along the softness of your spine,
arm wrapping around what is mine
and pulling you closer to what is yours.

Your head resting against my chest,
eyelids heavy with utmost content
as outside waves rebel on the shore.

I kiss the top of your tired head,
wild hair tickling my lips
as we trace sleepy circles along warm skin.

The night comes to a rest
and we are too exhausted to protest,
caught in the peaceful silhouette
of a moon yawning its melody.

Our embrace intensifies
as two fated raindrops saturate
into the same leaf.