I lie in bed at night,
And my hand rests in the dip between
My ribcage and my hip.
And if my fingers were larger,
And longer,
It could be your hand there.
In the morning, I crawl out of bed
And I fancy I'm your lioness,
Hair ruffled, stretching for the sun,
All gold, all lonely, while you play with others of my kind.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 8:44 AM UTC
I lie in bed at night,
And my hand rests in the dip between
My ribcage and my hip.
And if my fingers were larger,
And longer,
It could be your hand there.
In the morning, I crawl out of bed
And I fancy I'm your lioness,
Hair ruffled, stretching for the sun,
All gold, all lonely, while you play with others of my kind.
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