Alone With You.
The air is lingering and frigid,
It is far past the midnight hour
But your arms surround me like the stream of a warm shower
Yet, I am alone.
I inhale the perfume
Damp grass and wet bark, reminiscent of an April spring morning
Looming day peaking over the tree tops
The matured moonlight is lucent,
The morning bird’s mellifluous song is soaring
The overcast in my cognizance creeps away like the night’s fog-
Very slowly
I exhale the numbing vapour of a cigarette
As a soft orchestra of trumpets and drums permeate through me
I am overwhelmed with content and melancholy
And I am with you.
All things grow⧋ 