Heather Mercy Poet Quatrain

After Hours

Deep in the night

I lay awake, alone-

Thinking of your touch as light-

Tempted to pick up my phone


Craving you by my side

To keep me warm;

Wrapped in your hide:

Sheltered during the storm


Your hands are cold 

But lips are hot against mine;

Chin hair on my cheeks that you hold, 

While cracking smiles and laughs sounding fine

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