The air is wet <br />a patter of hail hits the window sill <br />and outside the night coughs cars <br />down the sidestreets, tires howling, <br /> <br />Our room fights to keep warm <br />a lone candle burns, but does so <br />brightly. <br /> <br />The dresser shivers in candle-light, <br />and under soft linen, we fall home <br />in one another's arms.<br /><br />John W. McEwers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hold-me-love-2/
