Marble statues seem so solemn
And comparatively less still than us
As in the calm 11 o'clock evening
We are half adrift
Sleeping drunken off each others' presence
What is love if it is not being
Curled into the curve of your arm
And just being?
I can hardly remember the dark days from this view
I can hardly remember not having you
The heartbreak, when
Feeling lost never felt so good as feeling found.
I belong here
In the warmth of a summer night tucked into you
More than I've ever belonged in a place or time
Or ever will
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
Marble statues seem so solemn
And comparatively less still than us
As in the calm 11 o'clock evening
We are half adrift
Sleeping drunken off each others' presence
What is love if it is not being
Curled into the curve of your arm
And just being?
I can hardly remember the dark days from this view
I can hardly remember not having you
The heartbreak, when
Feeling lost never felt so good as feeling found.
I belong here
In the warmth of a summer night tucked into you
More than I've ever belonged in a place or time
Or ever will
