Rolled and tossed
A couple of lost socks
Found each other in the wash,
A bed of warm sheets
Without any soothing pillows
Fire
Without sugar.
Their bodies slept
Connected just like numbers
Surpassing lust.
The music kept us busy
Wandering nowhere.
The twang of guitars,
The soft percussive sounds,
The echo through the air.
Just as the buzz was wearing off
Ringing came from overhead.
Selfish voices, questioning choices
The rumors that we'd spread.
Logic all but ignored.
Didn't see that she was so serious.
Never saw her act so serious.
Could be she'd be so serious.
My jaw hit the floor.
The painter took some brushes
On a canvas made of clay
He chipped out intertwining bodies
As the black and the grey flew about
And the dust was settling
We'd arrived far too late
But the beauty is in the peace.
I just pray I look as good
In the morning's clean light
As I do the night before
Though I know that's strange
A little pathetic
And a bore.
I could capture the sighs
The taste and hurt in your eyes.
You've got the biggest heart I've ever known
Though you're only half my size.