The pillow celebrates her arrival with soft curves in the still night
Hands little clasp what she tries to hold
A story to unfold written in scratches
She cannot explain the night alone twitching in sheets that are not her own
Waiting for chances that slip like sand
Wasted on wishes
stoned
Waiting for the man
Who won't show up this time
With too much on his mind
To make me up
We bake we blush
Shaded in the fantasies of the nights rush
Waking stiff bones from dancing
Too much
It wasn't wrong to love me a little
Company keeps the heart beating right
Slip away from me now like dreams go freely into the night
Belonging to no one we still whisper
Like strangers
Recognizing
Everything that shivers
To those who touch
Cold bones who sleep alone