Night by the Rooftop

It was one of those ordinary days
they stayed up all night by the rooftop
with nothing but a blanket,
a bottle of rum,
and a gorgeous view
of the city illumined by the moon.
How childlike they were now
in their sleep,
innocent and defenseless,
soft and borderless
the way they tangled in their dreams
and in each other’s arms.
Even the first glimmers
of sunlight smile
for there was nothing more beautiful
than two lovers with closed eyes
their skin held together
for the longer
and kept the blankets warmed.

// 29 Sep 2020