Every time I
every time I
every time I start to
speak your
mouth is there and I’m
tired, love, I’m tired of
interruptions and
vignettes and
to be continueds can’t you
stay tonight, if that’s okay, tonight,
there’s no planet out there to
save, tonight.
There is a bed, and
my cold feet, and
my nose against the
back of your neck breathing
deep you make it so easy to
drift.
Every time I fall
to my
knees and ask you to
linger you are there
a hushing
finger and I’m
tired, moorless,
drifting can’t you
tether me,
to you,
just
tonight.

xx,

Meg.