Our bodies lay,
shivering and intertwined,
under the clear night's stars,
under the watch of your blackened
window
but he is not you
(whoever you are)
and so the way he warms me
is nothing
nothing compared to the chill I feel
radiating from the emptiness of your
bedroom window,
where I long to be.
-j.s.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Our bodies lay,
shivering and intertwined,
under the clear night's stars,
under the watch of your blackened
window
but he is not you
(whoever you are)
and so the way he warms me
is nothing
nothing compared to the chill I feel
radiating from the emptiness of your
bedroom window,
where I long to be.
-j.s.
