in the bed

Big, round eyes
Like a child, with a magic to match
Show a shoulder, naked skin on the side
Like a crack in a door on a latch
Hot little hints
Toe a line between sexy and sick
What’s the deal? How much to feel?
Will you think of me differently?
Drawing the blinds, thinking of you
Poor lonely mind, it’s getting confused
Will you ever lie next to me
In the bed that I dream of us in?
Rewire a dread, this whirring machine
If you can’t, cool it down
Steam is still steam
Will you ever know of this image of you
That can soothe me to sleep?
What in the world
Do we have at a quarter to four?
Such a still, but so real
Disconnected, but beautifully raw
So ask me again
In a suit and a tie, with a drink
Then find out right in half light
And you’ll think of me differently
Drawing the blinds, thinking of you
Poor lonely mind, it’s getting confused
Will you ever lie next to me
In the bed that I dream of us in?
Rewire a dread, this whirring machine
If you can’t, cool it down
Steam is still steam
Will you ever know of this image of you
That can soothe me to sleep?