Warm hands and kisses placed carefully Bodies pressed together, now urgently Senses overload Breathing is slowed Inhibitions are frozen, temporarily
Grief flows like a stream Guilt wounds like a knife It was just a dream I could not bring to life
A scornful moon burns bright And I’m breathing smoke in plumes From a fallen satellite Another Sunday looms… Uncertainty blooms
Together they whispered and weaved A web of hopes and dreams And the ocean, it sighed and heaved And the mountains let go their streams As he undid her story at the seams
I love the way we fit together The more I press myself into him Like I do in cold weather The more my heart fills to the brim Disquietude suppressed, on a whim
He said, the sky is lit with stars tonight I said, the sun burns hot and bright He holds his cup out to catch the rain I watch it disappearing into the drain His skin is warm, like a thermal …
I don’t want to talk anymore. About things we’ve both said before. I just want to lay here with you. To breathe with you. To close my eyes and dream with you.