Sincerely, Jennifer x

The grass will be fresh in the morning,

shining in the shy sun,

dressed in dew and drops of rain,

but that sight is not for now,

as the night still needs our attention.

You pretend to sleep against my chest,

holding tighter every now and again as rain hammers the windows,

and your favourite record runs from the needle in the corner.

The lamp is low,

and had my eyes not been so hungry for yours,

they wouldn’t see them spying me,

so satisfied at the sight of the stars.