04.22.08
I stop to hear it beating
Try to match your breathing
And that inch of skin
Rips and bleeds me in
And I allow a quiver
So you might deliver
A promise of a touch
No one else could mean this much
So I can't explain it
Articulations of my tongue
Voices silenced yet had sung
Gazes held for far too long
Yet had never once felt wrong
Lying down side by side
Completely lost in your brown eyes
Dampened by your heat
Nothing left to want but sleep
So I can't explain it
I love you
You make my colours
You are my light
I stop to hear it beating
Try to match your breathing
And that inch of skin
Rips and bleeds me in
And I allow a quiver
So you might deliver
A promise of a touch
No one else could mean this much
So I can't explain it
Articulations of my tongue
Voices silenced yet had sung
Gazes held for far too long
Yet had never once felt wrong
Lying down side by side
Completely lost in your brown eyes
Dampened by your heat
Nothing left to want but sleep
So I can't explain it
I love you
You make my colours
You are my light

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