It’s a quarter past eight in the morning
The birds are singing, they’re getting better at their harmonies
As the weeks pass
I count four different songs, mingling together, pouring in
Through the window we left open all night
It’s finally warm enough to let the breeze
Carry through my small over priced apartment
There are new leaves on the trees, my favorite color green
You leave new fingerprints everywhere
Like I’m your favorite book and you’re rereading me
For the third time
The curve of your smile compliments
The arc of your lips,
The curve of your hips, eclipsing the morning light peaking through
My ***** window
You say you could stay like this forever