lunatic
Can I stop off in your bed
tonight? asks the moon
light, pouring through the window,
thick and sticky-sweet like honey.
The night sky is dark
and lonely tonight, not even the stars
are out to keep me company and I
find myself running wild, running
mad, running away
Can I stop off in your bed
tonight? asks the moon
light, puddling on the carpet like
the shadow of footprints.
I'd be more grounded if I
were wrapped in your arms, held
in the close and heavy secret
space between your body
and the sheets; I'd be able to
find myself there.
Can I stop off in your bed
tonight? asks the moon
light, hovering by the door
like a shy child. I find myself chilled
and shivering, and I need your warmth
to bring me to life again.
Come to bed, I tell the moon
light. Come curl up with me, tangle
yourself in the safety of my arms and
my sheets. I'll hold you close and
hold you here, spirit you back
to wherever you last left your soul,
and then I'll bring you home here again
for my bed is also empty
without you here beside me.