A Night Like This

A night like this is an umbrella

covering my shuddering feelings,

feets and frozen eyes too

as green coffee's smells

draws a boundary line to sleep and Me

whilst your loose violet pyjamas

swings lifelessly on a rope behind the wall

filling the air with vanilla smells of your skin

and reviving the lost egos we both purchase.

A night like this is an evening breeze

brushing my memory of you in a subway

making it swings and fly in the wind

with thought of feeling the warmth

of your hands on mine once more

as we plant a happy smiles on our cheeks

cruising around our right and wrongs.

A night like this is like Lagos traffic

that fills the air with hoots and honks

lousy noises and profusing sweats

for me to remember the uncertainty

we both ride through

when coming up with different views

as we howl at each other like a hungry wolf

yet, we'd cuddle before dawn.

A night like this is like a springboard

to days our heart meltdown

and the fire burning in our skin

died down before the rise of the orange daybreak.

Teazhy's Pen