You Asked Me What Was On My Mind (11/6/15)

I am washed out, wasted, and wonderfully
Flushed with red from your tight, sweet hold.
You haunt me like a welcome ghost
That whispers warmth instead of cold.

Here we are tonight and you are silent
And your mouth talks in other ways.
I am fit to burst with love and yet
I have nothing more to say.

Except this.

With you, the hours blur together into forever
And you hold the summer sky in your eyes.
Your hands are the gentlest I have ever known
And I will let you hold this heart of mine.