3:04am
3/14/05

breathe in softly Salems
the smell that somehow became part of your style
and now you're on my clothes
I'd like to keep it that way

but the particles of You will mingle with the everyday air
and drift away, like you will later today

it seems your duty to change every view I have of you
and just when I thought it could be another change
here you are, wrapped around me again
two in the morning, I broke the rules for you again
would it hurt if I told you I could stay like this
it hurt when you said it first

and with one sweep of my fingertips
your head is limp in my lap, your long eyelashes flutter
your pulse speeds up and I smile and try to understand whom I am holding

I came here, my ears and eyes leaking of change
but with a kiss it's all the same
down to the faded scent of the Salems
on my fingertips now
on my clothes and in my hair...
I let your fingers wander there.