​A soft tumble in the music, 

A slight stumble in the warmth.                            

Long fingers brush against the stark white,               

Of the grand piano. 

The shiver in the perfection of a note,
The hovering heat of the slightest touch. 

Crackling firewood, sliver of pleasure,

Against the comfort of the cool breeze. 

Bliss, in the long sleeves,

Of a shirt sloughed off. 

Bliss, in the crouch of the tiny cup,

Steaming in the freezing night. 

The baritone heard with eyes shut,

Dazed in the tranquil moment. 

Esoterically hummed a tune,

Of resonating serenity. 

In the dreams, buried in the silk.

Barefoot running on the sheen of the flame,

Gleam in the eyes, lips murmuring the name.

A whisper in the wind,

Broken into shards of a kind.  

Glancing into the red, 

Giggling around what has been said. 

The Woes of a comfortable binge. 

The woes of the smirked lips.