The Warmth

I fall asleep, wrapped inside the bedspread,
From where Your warmth haven’t left yet.
You are between my arms.
Here.


Inside you,
There are so many different small worlds.
Are you a human being,
Honestly, I don’t know.


When we first met,
You saved my smile from the street,
Who dangled its feet, sitting on the fence.
Dropped and left aside by the last passer.


And always you’ll exist,
When I’ll call:
“Tomorrow, tomorrow You certainly come.”