Lights Low Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Late night
The lights turned low.
Nowhere to go.
Moments spent with you,
Laughing, tripping.
Sunk in satisfaction.
Another moment spent with you nowhere to go.
A night in,
Arms lax, legs spread.
The chronicles of knowing where to find you.
Kicked back, vibing.
Random conversations followed by sensual voice.
About life. Something more than what compliments the eye.
Past relationships brought out the blue.
What makes you smile, the things you hope to accomplish.
The feeling is dope.
The temptation of again near.
Not much to say,
Head laid in your lap.
Remote on the floor.
Eventually one of us has to move.
More than friends caught on a late night.
How we feel no longer played off.
Somewhere we can meet that's more private.
Caught between commercials.
Put to sleep, the couch single witness.
The creaks put to rest.
Our motion slows.
Shadows come to rest.
Remote still on the floor,
The night no longer young.
The lights low with you in my arms.