So Much For a Fireside Chat

night. my legs are falling asleep the basement floor's chilled cold air seeps through the concrete pins and needles. why everyone called them that i hadn't been able to grasp but they were a perfect metaphor you. my eyes have glanced oh so many times before glowing amber pierces all darkness me. my hands are raw can't you see them? his ropes keep me bound us. glowing amber pierces but icy blue blends in our eyes never meet night. these meetings we share make me wonder when we'll actually grow closer