I'll Kiss Your Head

I'm craving your touch
The moisture of your skin
Moving on my dry hands

When I learned you were a mother
I came to kiss your head
Midnight, and my eyes haven't closed
Those children will have a happy home

In some magical way
I see you breathe
Motions of lungs, in and out
The stranger of love, is in my house

I play with strands
Of your lovely hair
The choir in the attic
Sings like static
Pouring all from your eyes

And all this time,
My hearts been beating
And yours has the same

The sharpest corners
Have been waiting
For something to fall