Surfing at the duvet
where I found all your fingers
they grasped all my bridges
so I placed a kiss upon your ridges

Your body came in waves
sure upon the shore
and both our bodies collided;
touched into the core

Salt the taste of sweet
upon my fiery tongue
and arms just like a puppet
from laying down to strung

He ran with his head
and tripped over his words
               a sleeping poet
with nothing but his thoughts

I can smell
each fibre of this moment
The stench of the present
and a linger of the past;
so that when I wake up in the morning
a shadow can be cast

You can follow my heart
to the end of the skies
and we'll dance around the moon
until the sun is in our eyes