The Night

The Night We Met………

Night, I do not know what appeals to me,
The darkness, the shining moon, or the white peace reflecting upon your skin, 
Absorbed in it, submerged by thoughts and conversation we have, I guess that appeals to me.
After a tiring day when your eyes are just saying nothing but to rest, that appeals to me.
Smooth cream you apply at night, loose clothes you wear at night, that appeals to me.
When you rest on my shoulders with your eyes closed, and hear my breathing as we fade out, that appeals to me.
None spoke but told all about the day, 
The warm breathing in the midst of the cold breezy night, is something which appeals to me,
White and gray pillow covers, lights out, windows open, the sound of breeze and fluttering of curtains, my hands wrapped around your waist wanting to contain all your troubles, and us sleeping is what appeals to me.
This night appeals to me, the troubles of the day appeals to me.