Poetry

After making love your skin glows
and your have energy
as if something is living in you
and with fire in your eyes
 
we quarrel, being two separate persons
and I frown at your words
that are hurting, but they belong to us
and with a sweet kiss you smooth
 
my troubles away and we laugh
while you lie naked against me
with your nipples pressing
against my chest
 
and the room cools down,
while darkness is sheltering us
and outside the rain falls
as without end
 
and while you sleep
in the moonlight I trace the lines
of your face
amd feel you breathing against me.