uncovered

The slump of    
your shoulders    
foreshadows the    
way the night softly    
covers our feet    
like a blanket    
filled with holes    
in peak winter    
   
I want to cover    
you as softly as    
this night,    
and etch  
the sheetprints    
of my skin    
on yours
   
I want to shiver    
as my hands find    
home against    
your chest    
with midnight’s    
sparse remains    
forgotten    
on    
the floor    
   
and I want    
to be the breath    
that warms  
yours    
as tomorrow    
picks at our    
naked edges