being with you might be nice
it might be like the space in between music notes, the gap between our lips and
a kiss that heals a kiss that takes all the salt water with it, it might be the jagged rasp of a voice without breath, it might be
a gentle release, the final notes of a lullaby, why
it might even be the sound of practiced hands on ivory keys, a quick goodnight that lasts only until the light peeks through
your windows and wakes you to say, hello, hello, good morning darling
it might be how my hands will knead the midsummer breeze into your back
and my legs will lead you home
when the night is tipping over into dawn and your eyes have drunk in too much moonlight
to remember wether to make a right turn or a left but you can follow my lead