Alarm

the strangeness of light
coming along the inside
of the room we make
to burn our hides

my neurosis in your hair
and the deep window glare
from this sun that burns
our loving air

all that we will drink
comes on in to make us sink
just as fast as our weary eyes
can blink

this part of fingers in the flesh
take up the dreams of rest
that lay upon your head as i
sight your chest

the temperature's as 63 -
still a little warm for me -
my breath is something that
i would love to see

i can be the one to brave you
the one that can maybe save you
from the chill you're facing
in breathing tunes

the water laced in blood and sand
coming down to soak our hands
as the stains on the bed rise up
from 'round the bends

now we're back to life again
beaming up with awkward grins
as i'm walking down the street -
our evening's end