The Real You

The Real You By Laura Malmstrom As the moon rises above the trees I hear the raindrops on the roof playing their lullaby You lie next to me; your soul bared naked The real you. As you fall asleep to rhythmic drum of the rain Your armor melts away and your body betrays your heart You put your arms around me, pulling me closer The real you. As you dream of things ne’er to be recalled Words unspoken revealed in mere murmurs You speak those truths you deny by day; you confess your need The real you. As you toss and turn in the hours before the dawn You pull me unbidden into a passionate kiss Content now to sleep ‘til dawn, you hold me tight against you The real you. As I ponder the deceptive nature of the night The darkness emerges as a well of truth You lie next to me, your soul bared naked The real you.