1 in the morning

I get home

At 1 in the morning.

As I drive home 

I have the 

Sunroof open.

I need the

Fresh air.

I need the 

Day,

The sweat,

The dirt to

Escape off me.

The air is crisp

And it feels

So clean.

I get home

Everyone 

Else

Tucked in 

Their beds.

It is quiet.

I get into 

My apartment. 

I walk down the 

Hallway and

Sitting on my 

Couch

Is you.

How did you get 

In?

I ask.

You smile.  

Your mom.

Well you know,

I reply you 

Can not 

Sleep

Here.

You get up

Quietly,

Gently.

Your hands 

Around my

Waist.

Pulling me in.

You whisper,

Shhh.

It's 1 in the morning.

I look at you.

You smile at 

Me.

As you take my hand

We walk to my room.

You say softy,

Who says we are

Sleeping?

I laugh 

To myself.

As you get to my 

Room 

You turn on the

Light.

This should be

Interesting,

You say.

I smile. 

A lot of barriers huh?

I ask. 

Where should I start?

You say,

Almost laughing.

The blind mother

The no noise rule.

Oh yeah 

The single bed. 

I smile.  

We giggle like

We are 16.

Do we want the lights 

On?

You ask.

Yes.  It's 1 in the 

Morning , I reply 

And this is going 

To be interesting.

I shut the

Door.

You whisper 

Quietly. 

Are you gonna

Put on the 

Cowboy hat?

Laughing,

I reply,

Why not,

It just keeps

Getting

Better 

And 

Better.