Highlight tomorrow, rewrite the stars that trail across our eyes.
I blink at you, smile, and remove my disguise.
You’ve got so much light inside, illuminating me with your touch.
You brush your cheek across my chest, and the bright golden flood is almost too much.
I beg night to stay, I've enough sunrise hidden here in you.
You blink at me, smile, and say “I feel it too.”
Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 11:31 AM UTC
Highlight tomorrow, rewrite the stars that trail across our eyes.
I blink at you, smile, and remove my disguise.
You’ve got so much light inside, illuminating me with your touch.
You brush your cheek across my chest, and the bright golden flood is almost too much.
I beg night to stay, I've enough sunrise hidden here in you.
You blink at me, smile, and say “I feel it too.”
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