The room is as dark as the sky at dusk,
the atmosphere as soft as the clouds.
The hesitance of new beginnings,
the certainty of time itself.
The room is cold,
bodies warming together,
the TV on a quiet hum,
our attention elsewhere.
Hands roaming,
breathing intensified,
endless laughter,
tender looks.
Awkward moments are eased,
your arms providing security,
the darkness within me,
going quiet in your presence.
One perfect night all because of
You