5.3.10

Warehouse

Melted, I did, into the touch
of arms that were long overdue in their holding
Caution to the winds blowing
of our reality, just with you, smoldering
In a moment, never lost in time
I can feel your breathe and hear your whisper
Smell the smoke of the morning that
glassy look about your eyes,
My the morning went straight to night,
As we wasted the day into another
night unended