The night is cool, I am sure
As we shed our nocturnal skins with sheets askew
With hands held low and hopes high with golden light
From a faulty sparking street light, clink and clatter
Circling a faint elliptical over your beautiful hair
Your features are more radiant than ever now.
I inhale with the rise of your chest, smile at the fall
I leave marks of my lips where ever I may
As your breath sweetly glides across my neck
I let fingers guide themselves over this angelic shape
While you’re dancing in fields of silver lining
Treading the tattered streets that circle the Square
Holding a picture close to your chest as the sail clips the wind
So close to shore, you can see him waving his hand.
As I close my own eyes I bring you too close
I am trying to enter your trances, trying to break into a dream
Where we can stay burning under a Tuscan sky
Destroying the vines as we run towards sunlit sand
Keeping low under ancient cliffs and hill
No one will find us if we can just stay asleep love,
As we will find sanctuary in those dark places of our mind
That we can share breathing room together, untouched.

02/10/2008

Author's Note: The ends of your lips turn up while you sleep; we are almost there.

Posted on 02/10/2008
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