Laying here in

The dark a

Candle winking at

Me from the

Dresser listening to

Debussy delicately bob

Above me like

Late summers fireflies

I remember now

The feeling of

Your finger tips

Dancing on my

Arm like slowly

Creeping Ivy pulling

Me in tightly

Like mother’s embrace

And warding off

The chill of

That one nighttime

So long ago

Our sweet September

Together in Valencia