Tangled

Twisted and tangled

This is how the night shall be spent.

Cold feet brush,

Soon to become warm.

A lonely body holds another,

Comfort, contentment, safety ensues.

My arms hold you close,

You hold me close,

Your head on my chest,

My fingers running across your back.

Slowly the night drifts away,

The morning never seemed so beautiful,

Until your face was on the pillow next to mine.