*Laughing,
Slow dancing
In bedrooms*
Problems drain away
Like kettle- water down the sink
From our last cups of tea
The smell on your neck
Our jokes and gestures
Like rituals
Teases of where, one day
We might end up.
We could be, on the sea
With the breeze buffeting our faces,
Making violent sails on blue-grey skies
There, you'd stand -
A silhouette on the deck
[Salt-wood & peeling paint]
- Absent minded.
Not understanding
How much
These moments
mean
to me.
Out on the sea
There's nothing but us
Laughing,
Slow dancing
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
*Laughing,
Slow dancing
In bedrooms*
Problems drain away
Like kettle- water down the sink
From our last cups of tea
The smell on your neck
Our jokes and gestures
Like rituals
Teases of where, one day
We might end up.
We could be, on the sea
With the breeze buffeting our faces,
Making violent sails on blue-grey skies
There, you'd stand -
A silhouette on the deck
[Salt-wood & peeling paint]
- Absent minded.
Not understanding
How much
These moments
mean
to me.
Out on the sea
There's nothing but us
Laughing,
Slow dancing
