November
Longing for the barely moonlit nights
With the warmth of your beating presence
Wrapped in the cool sheets that encase us both
The soft lips and soft hands run wild with the conformity of your love
These smooth fingers of mine brush softly on your spine as you lay your head on my chest
The feel of your silky hair between my fingers
Your flawless, warm skin on mine
Your brown eyes closed shut
My low whisper to your ear in hope that you'll hear
"I love you."
I grow restless on the endless thought of my love for you
Too dark to see
But never too dark to feel
The warmth that you induce to my heart
Our silence of sleep
Outmatched by the beating of our hearts.

//Asaad Khalifeh