just before dawn
in the end, I slept in my bed,
surrounded by the whispers of the early morning,
no longer oppressed by the cold and darkness
of that empty street,
no longer chilled to the bone
the images slipped through my mind
as your strong arm wrapped itself around my body
the heat of your skin
left traces in my dreams
sinking in deep
such a strong touch
that it met me in between worlds,
the echoes of your words
drummed against places
that only existed here and now,
this time you let me,
this time I was allowed,
to be selfish... and keep you by my side
daytime came unexpectedly
without a moment to spare
sunlight tracing our bodies
making us equal under the cold sheets
making you mine
no longer oppressed by the cold and darkness
of that empty street,
no longer chilled to the bone
in the end, I finally slept in my bed
surrounded by the whispers of the early morning