Stanley Hotel // Room 217 // Ali+Aaron

lingering echos of the past
held us tight under the covers

the steam from our souls
rattled on to the rhythm of the thin panes of glass 
that weakly separated us and the whipping blasts of snow
the cold chains yanking at our limbs as we rise up

together we sneak a kiss surrounded by brass and glass
the seclusion we endured was only broken by the intrusion of our love.