I don't know what to write anymore.
But I can't stop thinking about flickers of your lips
and splatters of your touch.
When the rain pours just for you.
Something has to flow.
When water runs over your shoulders and down the drain
like the wisdom of the world.
In the brevity of your light I stole a slice of the sun for my own.
Lying deep inside a dormant orbit.
As the rain begins to weigh you down like the gravity of Jupiter.
My light, my love will be all yours.
Lay with me and tonight we'll steal the moon once more.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
I don't know what to write anymore.
But I can't stop thinking about flickers of your lips
and splatters of your touch.
When the rain pours just for you.
Something has to flow.
When water runs over your shoulders and down the drain
like the wisdom of the world.
In the brevity of your light I stole a slice of the sun for my own.
Lying deep inside a dormant orbit.
As the rain begins to weigh you down like the gravity of Jupiter.
My light, my love will be all yours.
Lay with me and tonight we'll steal the moon once more.
