Fire

I’m in
The middle
Of your bed
But you’re pushed to the side of it
And your hands
Are tucked in
To your sleeves
No luck in reaching them
We could be fire
We could be
What do
You dream
While I’m wide awake
Picking at pillow seams
Frozen
Like statues
I’m restless
But afraid to move
We could be fire
We could be fire
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
We could be fire
We could be fire
We could be