The rainy cool air coming in my window
-moving my hair and carries the courtyard bird's chirping in
brings my toes to a cool lake cold
-and once my toes are cold the rest of my body follows.
I'm listening to the birds in the courtyard
Through the open window
and they remind me of Texas
For some reason I want to share this with you – but you are asleep
It's early still, the sun has not risen
And I consider waking you to watch the colors
Of the morning as the sun (wakes)
And then I could tell you about the birds. but I do not
instead I just lay in your stillness and listen to your breath
I can smell you- a smell that was once meant to be good but is now stale
I enjoy when you snore I study your arms
the ones I fell asleep in – hairy and strong. and consider
There's something to your kisses
I can tell
And I know you're here and you want to be
I can tell
-because the look you gave me before you left-
it was true - I'm still trying to read
your smile in your eyes
in that genuine moment of time.
and you knew it was good and you
knew it was nothing but true
and the only question left is weather
you would trust yourself - to let us be.
and until you are willing to let it be
I'm afraid that I cannot – sit-on-that-metal-roof-top
Under the stars and there
will be no more painting time with you.
because I find it awful hard
to just be friends
while there you are
sleeping in my bed.