sometimes I sit here

I find myself back in this place, my arms
are wrapped around your hips.
You remind me of sail boats and I'm holding on
real tight, trying to breath as you drag me under
old memories.

There are tiny riots in my heart
as you push against me and press your smile
to my chest. I lead you inside and you breath it all in
one breath. Oh, your eyes

they are like kaleidoscopes and I see you in many colours,
I see you in sadness, I see you in love
with me. All at the same time. I see you
playing the piano at 4am and wishing I was there
to lift your fingers from the keys and place them
on my nipples, or something. And I do, oh, I do.

Now it is too late, and your fingers press on B minors
too hard, and it hurts and it feels
just right.