اتاق شماره من: Crack The Shutters

جمعه، اسفند ۱۹، ۱۳۹۰

you cool your bedwarm hands down

on the broken radiator

when you lay them freezing on me

I mumble can you wake me later

but I don't really want you to stop

and you know it so it doesn't stop you

you run your hands from my neck

to my chest

crack the shutters open wide

I want to bathe you in the light of day

and just watch you as the rays

tangle up around your face and body

I could sit here for hours

finding new ways to be awed each minute

cause the daylight seems to want you

just as much as I want you

its been minutes, it's been days

it's been all I will remember

happy lost in your hair

and the cold side of the pillow

your hills and valleys

are mapped by my intrepid fingers

and in a naked slumber

I dream all this again