On nights like these, I reminisce
When together our lives we lived
When the sun was hidden behind the clouds
And the rain came pelting down
Watching old movies side by side
Lulled by the pattering of rain outside
The world outside is cold and harsh
But here we have warmth and love
Holding your hand, lining up our fingers
The brush of your lips lingers
Finding ourselves speaking in whispers
Like passing on classified secrets
Head resting on my chest, soft sigh
Don’t move, where you are is just right
The lightning flashes, thunder roars
We shrug and snuggle up a little more
The word outside is harsh and cold
But in here love has made its abode
7/14
Note: why the numbers 7/14? Completing a bucket list challenge to write 14 days in a row. Today is 7 days of consecutive poems being written. 🙂
GROUND000 