I bleed these words for you from my fingertips 
Poetry spilling on paper for you
To read and crumble and toss over your shoulder 
but I'm never far behind 
Tho its true that I lag sometime 
but that's just because the view
 is so good And craves to be admired 
from where I'm standing
I can trace the outline of the way your hips shake 
in the summer dress you wear when it's winter 
and the goosebumps on your arm 
let me know that it's cold outside 
and you need a fire to stay warm 
so I build you a fire with flashbacks of our lives 
igniting the wood from the house we built 
and we hold each other in the warmth of the life 
we built burning brightly in the clear night sky