Listen.

My legs intertwined with yours, pale and tan, I rest my head on your chest.

Listen.

A train passes, the jangle of metal wheels and a horn in the night.

Listen.

Your breath still ragged, you sigh and wrap your arm around me, pulling me closer.

Listen— to the silent words passed between us as you hold me close in my bed. A city girl, my silence is never truly silent.

But here in the quiet of my room with nothing but the sound of your breathing and the beat of your heart I find my peace and I drift off to sleep.