Sleeping Socks

The bathroom light flicks off,
Your naked silhouette zips across the room,
Your only pieces of clothing
don't make a sound on the hardwood floor.

You jump back in bed,
Shivering from your brief trip,
But the tropical cocoon,
Made from comforter and exhausted us,
Quickly ends the shivering;
You in your socks, me barefoot.

I thought you silly, sleeping in socks--
Now I can't sleep without.

A View From The Hot Tub

Swift clouds, lit by the city,
Engulf descending planes.

Thousands of needles
Leave their Evergreen homes.