If i promise to slide in mornings down
into book sheets
Tuck myself Quietly in
Will you bring me there
Your hair where coffee smells gather
If this heart promises to break
a little more often
While you in the other room reach up to the shelf
Days spent simplelistening
to the effects of your breathing
Would you let me evesdrop there
Imagine: two serious ones
Covered in each other's tenders
i crack open at each of these thoughts Relentless
A pile of envelopes licked in the night
i can not write your name on
No comments:
Post a Comment