Morning

Head resting on my palm, 

I see you in the morning light sliced by the blinds.

Watching you toss and turn, 

withdrawing to the edge. 

You touch me passing by, 

my hand caressing you.

You turn again, half open eyes. 

I breathe you in, your nose is rubbing mine. 

You kiss my lips, they lightly touch. 

Your arms stretch out, drawing me close. 

I feel your body, against my cool skin you are warm. 

The soft embrace grows strong, the want..


 

I don't know

We were so happy, so insanely, crazily, stupidly happy
And now, we are everything but.

We had all those dreams and those plans
Now they seem so unreal.

We might have had a real chance
When did we blow it so bad?

We had fights, would make up
But now, chilly silence prevails.

Hope springs eternal they say
Well, it isn't dead but it sure breathes low...