Nothing But You And Me.

I wake up to the words of Ginsberg and Keats.  My arms around you.  My face snuggled into your hair.  You smell like my Philosophy shampoo and tobacco.  I breathe it in. Filing my lungs with the ecstasy of your scent. I want to taste you.  But the dawns approaching and you're tired and high.  I swipe the syringe from the bed and watch as the morning sun creeps in between the mishaped blinds. I love you I say and I blindly assume you're sleeping.  But I see you lips curl into a smile and you pull me closer. Until my face is buried in your naked back. Kissing your shoulders with dry and hopeful lips. 

Wrapped up inside you.  The intensity of flesh on flesh. I understand the clichés.  The heart flutters and the chills inside. I want to be closer. If I could pull you inside of my soul I would.  And keep you there.  Safe and warm inside of me. 

Protected from the world and your faults.  I would sing songs of praise to my belly where you sleep. And tell tales od your infinite beauty to those who cannot see. Spend my seconds kissing your flesh; every inch until you feel your worth. 

I will cradle you and shield you from the hate.  I will let you waste away in perfect perfection.  and I will love you until the scars fade away to nothing but you and me.