Languid

Lanquid

"and there's something in a Sunday
that makes a body feel alone"

Languid feelings
wishing to be holding you
rain, ever sensitive rain,
making soothing sounds
that we could share.

"and there's nothin' short of dying
quite as lonesome as the sound"

you awakening, slowly, with sleep in your sighs
eyes staying closed
while i gently place a kiss
in the crook of your neck

your legs move and stir
in a sense of warm anticipation
firmer kisses now
on your cheek
on your lips

you put your arms around me...

"as the sleepy city sidewalks
and sunday morning coming down."