8:28am
I awoke to your words, or rather texts
Written from late night thoughts,
And exclaims of affection.

But it's funny really,
How I could sense them there,
On the table right behind my head,
As if my heart knew your words lingered just beside my brain.

Waiting|Wanting|Hoping*

For sleep to leave me and for your words to puncture my skin.

(i. r.)

You are my favorite shade of sin.

The darkness of your car,
The paleness of my legs,
A blush I can't control,
Because only love remains.

You are my favorite taste of sin.

The lips that lock on mine,
The sweat drenching your hair,
The salty taste of skin,
The way you pull my hair.

You are the one that consumes my mind,
Who's heaven sent, who's heart I hope is mine.
But why make your love a simple possession?
I spend my nights drenched in our sins.

(i. r)

Darling won't you lay with me,
On this bed of grass and white daisy.
Come link your flower chain with mine,
Come sing songs of love to pass the time.

Lay on me any worries or fears and
I will do my best to make them disappear  
Give to me your sadness and sorrow,
And I'll kiss them away from tomorrow.

And if you come with me, to this daisy field
One by one we'll  slowly build, a little home for both our hearts and a meeting ground for our lips to part.

And there inside our little world, we'll discover;
How to make hands curl, tounge upon tounge, lips upon neck, we'll recreate that night we cannot forget.

So again I'll ask darling, won't  you please stay?
And link upon link build a daisy chain,
To slowly stitch the world away.

(i.r)

There was something about that night
The way insomnia  consumed my skin
The way your body felt intertwined with mind
The way your chest rose and fell,
A pillow of lungs and love to rest my head.

I knew I loved you

And your comatose kisses
And your incredible eyes
And your powerful whisper
And your quivering collarbones

Still with every touch
And taste
And caress
And embrace

I knew I would be content lying beside you for eternity.

And that my heart was yours to take,

And yours to break

(i.r)

I promised that I would tell you,
if you ever went out of bounds
if you ever worried me
if I ever had any fears about us
if I ever doubted you
if I ever needed space
or help
or thoughts
or kisses

Well I need them now,
but you are too far from my reach.

so I will stomach the worry and the wanting
and I will make up for the kisses with pain filled guitar strings
and I will wait the two days it takes to be in your arms.

and in the meantime I will drown my anxiety with the tea I drink
and subdue my doubts with the remembrance of your beautiful eyes,

and enchanting smile.

(i.r)