streetsigns and sidewalks have never looked so...

ah, well. the late night and early mornings of winter are the best times for me to be creative. even though i can't keep my eyes open. you know what this means. it's time for a draft of a poem. I'll revise it later.

Stars


I'm sitting out here
on a blanket of snow
one side frozen
and the other warm
your body heat transfers
and so does mine
from your limbs to mine
and from my weak breaths to yours.
the coat of stars covering the sky has never looked so good
my childhood has disappeared to you
and yet i feel no regrets
a once innocent child
now a full blossomed teen
still very much in love
hiding unseen
in the blanket of the night
i could waste away with you
stop the clocks
unwind this watch
unravel time
and bask in this
these moments stolen
these seconds shared
under the stars
just me and you
not a care in the world
nothing better to do.