It’s cold outside the comfort zone.
I need to stay in my niche where it
is safe and warm.
A sheltered haven of downy feathers
still sweet with your imprint.
On dreary nights when the rain
pours endlessly down my bay window
I disappear into street life,
shivering beneath the grayish moon
with nothing but cheap wine to warm us.
Tonight I am engrossed in urgent lovers,
immersed in their own heat they are oblivious.
Their shadows sway to the insistent hum of life.
Because I am afraid I pull the shades,
sink back into exile.