In the Quiet of My Night In the quiet of my night, I picture you so near, so bold, Your breath upon my eager skin, A warmth that chases off the cold. The sheets are lonely, but I smile, Imagining your playful touch, Your teasing lips, your whispered words, The kind that always mean so much. I wonder if you think of me, As I’m lying here alone, Imagining the morning light With you, my secret, sweet unknown. poetry after dark