
Window open
To the night,
Damp breeze
Through the curtains;
The look in your eyes
So shy and uncertain.
I miss your storms—
Your whisper,
The crackle of your touch;
Moments in the lightning
When I feel your hands clutch.

Window open
To the night,
Damp breeze
Through the curtains;
The look in your eyes
So shy and uncertain.
I miss your storms—
Your whisper,
The crackle of your touch;
Moments in the lightning
When I feel your hands clutch.