and i can feel the indulgence
leaking from fingertips into the thought of you.
My Sun, my light who blocks all else
I could see the perfection of this moment and all moments there in.
It could be so perfect in you.
In your arms each night sleeping away the day.
And in the middle days you would know,
that my here and there tastes of tough and pleasure
had nothing to subtract from you.
You would stand happy knowing,
it was only ever you I wanted to come home to.
No comments:
Post a Comment