Nibbly Scribbly

With a gentle breeze, time freezes.

With the falling leaves, the sheet creases.

With the dripping clouds, the trees breathe.

With the flashing lights, we scream.

Encapsulated within: the rain, the sheets, the comforting green teas;

our hearts in sync, our breaths resonating;

our eyes meet, our lips sweet;

our fingers fit, our skin kiss;

our minds dream, as we take in the scene.