Good morning
She and I run into each other at dusk,
Or in the afternoon right at one, and she makes me feel right
I have always been late to rise
She warms my cheeks like a bee sting, and my eyes will swell and dry
I say, I want to spend more then a glimpse of you. I want you all of the time .
And she says she is only free to be mine in the early mornings , to sit in quiet silence with me
When her birds warm up their voices to fly and fill my head with song,
When my eyes are zipped and I ride between hot and cold , one leg in, one leg out .
And she says if I want to see her everyday I can ,
I’ll just have to wake up sooner
what a simple ask from such a busy bee
Im sorry I spent most of my life sleeping through your dry morning beauty .
ive always just been so , so tired . But this is about us. not just me
I think, I could be less tired ? Spending the dawn with you
Being early to rise with you
My days could be slower : And that could be a good thing . I move too fast for you ,
then let me meet your pace
