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he says, wake up,
and we stop sleeping, because our closed eyes mean we’re missing
the sounds of comfortable love everywhere.
It’s the smell of wonder, it’s the smooth noise of knee upon knee,
the way my fingers are breaking.
Those notes of melody being stroked by the stars --
not the sounds of harps, but the nights of soft moans, the songs of closed eyes
and tiny kisses in the park.
he says, wake up,
i miss the feeling in our arms.
And, do you hear the seconds ticking by,
the music of gentle touches and stares across the dark?
It’s violins, it’s piano players, it’s air guitars,
it’s being clothes-less and it’s being seventy and still in love.
The way toy children exchange their hearts.
And, our closed eyes mean we’re missing those sounds,
the comfortable love,
the moments in the early hours and the seconds we’re alone,
the promises, being back to back, the whispers, and the way i feel your chapped cheeks.
The way i dream about the last thirty seconds,
never dying, tip toes down the hall,
leaving, coming, counting down.
the way we are in love.

Description
he says, wake up,
and we stop sleeping, because our closed eyes mean we’re missing
the sounds of comfortable love everywhere.
It’s the smell of wonder, it’s the smooth noise of knee upon knee,
the way my fingers are breaking.
Those notes of melody being stroked by the stars --
not the sounds of harps, but the nights of soft moans, the songs of closed eyes
and tiny kisses in the park.
he says, wake up,
i miss the feeling in our arms.
And, do you hear the seconds ticking by,
the music of gentle touches and stares across the dark?
It’s violins, it’s piano players, it’s air guitars,
it’s being clothes-less and it’s being seventy and still in love.
The way toy children exchange their hearts.
And, our closed eyes mean we’re missing those sounds,
the comfortable love,
the moments in the early hours and the seconds we’re alone,
the promises, being back to back, the whispers, and the way i feel your chapped cheeks.
The way i dream about the last thirty seconds,
never dying, tip toes down the hall,
leaving, coming, counting down.
the way we are in love.