written during nairobi - amsterdam night flight..

i close my eyes and imagine myself
walking up your steps, not mine
it'll be early, daylight wont disturb
the romance for another few hours.

i imagine myself lying on your carpet
your house warm and inviting
the heat of your shower and
your smile looking through the bathroom door.
though time is scarce and reality awaits
and commonsense would dictate another course of action,
my returning to my house doesnt offer the feeling of sanctuary
that following you to yours does.
candles and caresses
and a good dose of your skin
the january cold will be biting
nothing but warmth within.