Sit by my side,
talk me through,
let your sweet breath
caress my swollen eyes.
I select you.
Tell me about your past,
talk me through,
each misstep and lie,
the cadence makes it fine.
Curl up next to me,
talk me through,
make sure my heart beats,
but don't let me fall victim to dreams.
Call me your best friend,
talk me through,
if I show weakness, tangle about hair,
please don't call me handsome.
If we make it past night,
if you talked me through,
I'll make you breakfast
and you will make laughter.
Will you select me too?
Let's keep the trade even,
talk me through,
I'll distract you, you'll distract me,
from all the old lovers that proved themselves typical.
Copyright Sept. 17, 2010 by J.J. Hutton