Sera?
Shhh...
you should
come back to bed.
The night rests
like a dog
sleeping at the foot
of its masters bed.
We lay
next
to each other,
keeping warm
as the night air
seeps in through
the bedroom window.
It's as black
as the weary roads
outside.
Your breath
on my skin,
the cool calm
of midnight
pulls
our bodies
closer.
Our minds
drift,
slo
wly,
in to the
dar kne
ss ou
t s i
d e.
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