when your hands speak, my body converted to ears
when you grasp for air, all my words undone
this is it
when your longing grows, i shall encircle you
where the nights are old
where the morning will not come
hot breath on naked skin
unconscious, mouth to mouth
i rest in confidence
when all time has gone and the mountains turned to dust
in the darkest of night, there is peace, my love, for us |