Curled up

[koyetay]

It was a
Turning sort of night
when the light slips in and
out between grey drearies
Seaps in the window
and the stereo plays a quiet
song to read to

Sleepy thoughts and she
reads fantasy on the coach
salvaged from the dump
evening settles in and
arctic sun gives fat rainclouds
drunken phosphorescence

She's curled up there and
I know I love her,
pushing off her socks,
in boxers and hoody and book
Yeah, I love her
wishin I could tell her why

Gonna go curl up with her

Got a couple more things I've been meaning to post, should all be up in a few.