Rushing, I'm always rushing.
To find you somewhere in the home that is my body,
In the warmth that is the blood that flows in between my bones,
A tender brush of your fingers briskly touching my skin,
And I am no longer who I used to be,
I am, I was and I will be yours,
Blue, they said, was the colour that described my smile,
But you had to go and wash that away in the wave that was your kiss,
Slowly spinning me into your embrace of bliss,
A slow interlace of your fingers with mine,
And I am no longer who I used to be,
I am one with your smile.