In late wee hours of the night,
The wee early hours of the morning,
I couldn’t be sure, for
It doesn’t hold significance,
I was wondering how it came to be.
There you were,
Next to me,
The radiant heat of your breath
Sending jolts of euphoria,
Yet profound imagery
In my subconscious reality.
Into an ever unending loop I could have gone,
Pondering the beauty of the moment,
You next to me,
But then I realized,
Wondering in my lone castle
Would strip me of priceless moments
So with a confusing, yet clear mind,
I abandon the thought,
And feel you breathe,
Oblivious to the wee hours
Of late night,
Or maybe early morning hours.