Thursday, June 30, 2016

shiver.


it takes us so long to say goodnight,
though we rarely do.

see,
when the lights get low,
i can still see her shape,
the way the shadows of branches play
and dance across a freckled face,
the blue moonlight on a clavicle,
or a neck, or a wrist,
and there's silence between us,
but i know
she knows,
tonight -
we won't want for much,
just the two for hours,
it's just us.

see,
when the sheets turn back,
and i see her shape,
the way the hands can play
and dance across these plains,
the salt taste of skin,
there's no silence between us,
just the two for hours,
just us.

we won't want for much.

see,
i guess this will be
our last goodnight,
before we're sitting on shorelines,
before we talk about growing up,
all the empty pages before us,
waiting to be written,
all the empty stage before us,
waiting to be played,
but tonight, just one night
for now
it's just the two of us
just us.