if on a winter's night...

On nights like this, I miss you the most.

The black sky is lit only by the crescent moon, a final sliver before becoming new again.

I long to be with you, our bodies entwined beneath a cloud of covers, eyes flash in a flurry of passion.

The window by the bed is frosted from our exhalations.

Wilted with exhaustion, we lie spent side-by-side.

Our fingers are still tangled together, the light of our love casts its glow around the room.

Your whispered words echo in my mind....