It is night where you are
In the face of lights outside
It is dark in your room
Despite the crispness of the air
It is warm in your bed.

Across the ocean where I am
It is day, the only light that shines
Through my window is the Sun
Despite the crispness of the air
It is warm in my bed.

I swim.
Miles of salted water dry my throat
It is cold, shivers freeze me yet I still
Swim on, forwards towards you.

I am here.
Drenched from head to toes not a word
My shadow is yours to take, to undress,
Lift your blankets let me burrow in you lair.

You are warm.
Raising temperatures my thirst is quelled
Different shivers these entice me I am home
In the arms, of another human being.

The TV was on.
CNN showed me a map of the world
It was night where you are
In the face of street and store lights
It was dark on your side of the globe.

[Featured painting: Olga at Home by Fabian Perez]