Warm
she is warm
she rests her head against me
for a moment I am thankful
confused yet thankful
because at last I can hold her
and I need not worry
about so many inconsequential things
she is warm
the only thing in my world
in my view
the only thing I can notice
her trust in me
me
the lone wolf
she loves me
she is warm
i reach up with my hand
brush her soft black hair
lay my hand for a moment against
feathers of gentle black
she says something
unimportant
words are nothing in this moment
i am glad to feel her
with me
she looks up for a moment
surprising me
looks right into my
eyes
for a moment I am not sure
what to do
I the leader at a loss
for words for action for anything
she does not look for orders from me
and her eyes
are so quiet and calm
so dark
so beautiful
and so warm