My head slumps, deep in thought.
     I notice her arrival.

Cool air, from a closing door,
     Rakes over my burning face.

I feel rancor, and dismay.
     Has she come to confront me?

To question what I had done;
     Why do I feel guilty?

She sits next to me,
     Putting her hand onto mine.

Her coolness melds with my heated state.
     I began to tremble, as if a fever is consuming me.

As I turn to respond to her unspoken question,
     She places her hand over my lips,
          Silencing me.

"We are not perfect, you and I,"
      She whispers.
          "I love you, because, you are flawed".

Taking my head in her hands,
     She kisses me passionately.

"Let's go home," she quietly murmurs.
     "Our bed is cold, and,
          our love needs to be renewed."