There’s magic in your easter egg shirt
just the threads make my stomach churn
in your bed, garments on the floor
making music behind your bedroom door
sweeter than anything else before
want to tell you that I wanted some more
watching you saunter ‘cross the floor
can’t wait to tickle your fancy
There’s magic in the words that you speak,
when they’re spoken, in my knees I get weak
all night long I’d listen to you breathe
just so I know that you’re here with me
I miss you more right after you leave
pulling all these words out of my sleeve
your magnetic gestures lead me to believe
I am the right sock to your two left feet