ladder

we sat along the concrete floor
night-time gazes at us
as we glance at the stars
the air is smooth
as it travels through my ears
and pierces my tongue
intertwined with hers
no mirror to worry about
no critique to reveal
because it's cloudy and raining
on a perfect day
i'm much too much to sleep
though my blue robe is tempting
as is her red sweater
but i think i'd rather stay