In the middle of the night...

[collegesaint]

ho-old me like that, that gentle cradle in the crook of your elbow,
pu-ull me closer like a lemon juice squeeeeeze,
unti-il the halting breaths I gasp for forget to remember
to be-ee...
im soaring off the divide to plant this seed in my memory
and feeling everything a million-fold,
your kiss-- I'm sold
oh just pull me close
and make the music my wings

ti-ilt my chin like a broken vending machine,
the-en take an hour to whisper nearer- eyes locked
li-ike a bike downtown at night beneath the sky
as wide as my sigh,
fingers trace my curves
way more than I deserve
just kiss me more

and drifting now into that home of dreams,
your cage built solidly around me
and the blanket of your presence pounding
my consciousness like
la-apping waves
and dreams weaving smiles
until your voice says,
"I'd better go..."

And the person I maybe truly am begs, Nooooo...
The witching hour, the darkest dark, and here we are just
breathing in and out like restless cats,
we play pretend tomorrow won't
find us saying only friends
and leaning in secretly
to, quite frankly, cop a feel.
I know right now who I am all in one,
not the million fragments I become when your absence fractures the mirror in my soul,
reflecting your smile as you lift me--

to you--

and look--

so deeply--

at me--

and I can't breath--

until you--

finally--

kiss me again--

and turn to go--

my world rushing like a star trek effect...