she sleeps against the coming day
and I lay here grateful for the passing rain
these moments, like a passing rain
in an early, unforgiving August
so few and far between like a late summer rain
we soak them up like starved dust
desperate for more, starving for one another
praying for relief against the coming day
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treading / we you me us / moving
these moments / you me us
stolen away / us we you me
and the world seems to spin
without/ we me you us
turning as / we / do fast and slow
tickle the telegraph to hold
againt the current / us me you we
making this /we you me us / stretch
to all those well lit horizons
not the chemical equivalent to eating chocolate
just a little time in a bit of comfortable space
the movies have it wrong, really real togetherness is just a bit of time in a bit of comfortable space not being alone together