Grecian
I lay beside you; tasting apprehension
Trading glances, hand fumbling on the close
Is this reality? That I know of, no convention
Hands sliding down- we're feeling, here goes
Soldiers in foreign lands, drowning in rapture
Hands clutching, holding on for life
Feeling, we're reeling. The moment, I capture
You guide me, steady as the surgeon's knife
What's a boy to do, when it's said and done
When we lay haggard, basking in the aftermath
Silence- breathing easing- are we two or one?
Will you think of me again as the days slip past
The boy or the fool, what part do I play
As I stumble through my front door, as you drive away?