September

he's lying right beside me his breath is on my skin his feet are tangled up with mine he is where i begin he's laced his fingers through my hair his hands filled up with gold he's brushed his lips across my cheek his hand in mine i hold he's inches from me sleeping i'm awake in dark of night a war is raging in my head i've already lost the fight he's lying right beside me his body close as skin his arms encircled round my waist his touch warms me within he's wound himself around me now he's sighs and holds me near he melds with me our bodies one he's the only thing thats clear i hold the moment to my chest to slow time a little more but in my head it is september and he's taken my heart to war