my shoulder to your heart is a short journey,
but from my breasts to your soul, there are a few layovers.
And the candles are deeming,
and the wind is getting impatient.
my lips and your hands, the job is done,
but with your eyes and my skin, there’s always a delay.
And the sunlight is approaching,
and the moon is feeling uneasy.
your dreams and my words, there are smiles,
but from your hugging arms, there is always tender love.
And the stillness of the outside is taking over,
and the hummingbirds whisper their love in our window.
the darkness in the hair, there is music to lift us up,
but your love makes things easier, and I know there is hope.
And the time looks at us with eagerness,
and the years keep on coming by.