how we feel today
last night sipped the sunset
my hand in her hair
we are our own saviours
as we start both our hearts beating life
into eachother
wond'ring aloud
will the years treat us well
as she floats in the kitchen
i'm tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs
then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and i shake my head.
and its only the giving
that makes you what you are.
