Samuel Riesenberg

As the sun gives into the stars,

a warmth still present upon our lips.

It's not a bonfire of passion,

but a comforting warm glow.

Nothing intense or scary,

just the two of us warmly under the stars.

Under the stars we listen to our lives,

steady breathing and sycopated heartbeats.

The simplicity of life weighs on our eyes,

as we finally wrap eachother in arms.

A warm glow illuminated from a room,

where it's just the two of us...sleeping.