Sneaking, slithering,
creeping down;
snaking hands
prey they've found.
Wrapping, writhing,
closely wound;
warping warmth,
sleeping sound.

oh darling
I don't need much
to be happy
just your laughter
the way you look at me
and some place quiet
with your arms wrapped around me
tucked away from the world

pressedpressedpressed so tightly to your chest,
i scratched and clawed and clung and held on.
your hand under my sleeve, up my shirt,
so tender, it hurt to look at you.
we lay in the dark blue of the night,
so silent, i might cry,
you pressedpressedpressed your chest so close to mine;
all my nerves fired at once.