tent

that night,
in our makeshift beds,
rain snuck in,
over our restless heads.
slid through the openings,
curling around our lungs like snakes
and turning our feet into ice.
desire was misplaced by an instinct
to survival,
and so, you imparted your heat to me.
the heat that i was missing,
and i grabbed it greedily.
yet in the morning
my bootlaces slid through our palms
like worms.
so we returned to bed.
your arm tucked around my bare side
i've resigned;
with a smile.
to a memory of that dismal night,
the leftover press of your scent.