Collision
Soft pink fingers reaching out
Our morning compromise
No golden, glowing distractions
No cold silver truths
At every other moment
You are unreachable, a distant dream
By some cruel scheme held apart from me
Dangling out of reach
But here, in this quiet interlude
We breathe in perfect, gentle collision
Together at last, if only briefly
I live for these moments
I live for you,
My Night.