The light has let itself in
and i am gathering it with every
pen stroke in the midst
of this dark hotel room
with the ever so soft glow
that resonates from beneath this door.
there is a warm body in the
bed next to mine, gathering
all the reasons to have a soft bed
and i, i cannot sleep.
though yawns fill my mouth every so often
and my mind isnt alert to think
of much else other than the longing.
the longing for something other than this...
those sheets, they entangle me
and overheat my legs
when alls they want to do is
go for a walk in the middle of nowhere familiar.
these parts that connect me
inside of this skin
are making lovely sounds and i am
breathing with my lips sealed softly.
words are fumbling around in this brain
as you are tumbling around
within those restricting sheets.
wake-up calls make the telephones sing
across the hall
and i can hear another's shower
through the walls and
all of this to say that
my eyes are wide open in the
early early morning
and nothing will convince my body
to stay still...
