Moonlight and street light blocked by blackout curtains

Golden silk tickles my nose

And I am forced to untangle

To rub at this itch on my nose

The warmth of my limbs protesting

This new chill as the fan stays on

(my choice)

Rhythmic snoring of unbothered dogs at the foot like waves

A slight murmur as you roll counter clockwise back an hour

A new moon to face me eyes closed

Arms seek out to ensnare the thermal vent that temporarily pulled back

But I am the ocean’s tide as I press into your embrace this night

Golden silk, sandy hair pressed against my closed azure eyes

I breath in home

And my nose itches again