~o~
My dearest,
Look at this beautiful thing we've made,
A small and simple mess of things
The covers came undone,
But gravity keeps me close to you,
And the city sleeps below us
Notes come in from next door
They climb up into your ears,
And tingle the right side of your brain
And when you sigh so slow,
My heart is taken like a brushfire spreads,
Then cools by the open sea,
By the woman laying next to me
Oh, will I ever come to know my own heart?
Darling,
My lady,
The apple of my eye,
Do you feel disconnected from the world,
When you're stuck in low tide,
Feeling a little dry?
Then lay with me a little while,
Pick your feet up from the floor,
And come back into bed
Crossing fingers,
Oh, yours with mine,
Just keep me close to you,
Keep me here for now,
Close enough to hear you breathe,
With enough time to memorize,
Every beautiful imperfection of your face,
The way your hair falls in front of your eyes,
And how your lips curl when you smile
And in that longing, in that love,
In the innocence of your eyes,
In the window of your soul,
In that simple gaze when we connect,
I try to send,
Oh, I try to send,
All the love my heart can stand
So you don't have to close your eyes,
When you kiss me
And when you sigh so slow,
My heart is taken like a brushfire spreads,
Then cools by the open sea,
By the woman laying next to me
And when you breathe so low,
My heart is taken like a season greens,
Darling, keep your pillowcase full
And fall asleep on me
~o~
A contest entry
- Find Love Again by FallenFrmGrace.
600 points, ended June 1, 2007, 27 entries
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