Wednesday, November 11, 2009

the basement stairs

are dark
but your light shines
through the door
leading me
back into your bed

and you're
hidin' 'neath the covers, waiting
your back turned to me, waiting
and I don't want to
be the first to lean in
and I don't want to
call you "baby"

So, I kiss your neck,
your light shining,
showing me the way

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