Let me under your quilts
Under heavy tired arms
Breath on ears
Lips on neck
I'll let you sleep another hour if I can
Pillows draw lines on our faces
Bed headed lovers fail to find sleep
I've been carrying you around for a while now
You've got me weak in the knees
It's not heavy
It does not overwhelm me in a way
I can't handle
It is not getting heavy
Kiss me hard
The kind with tongue
The kind we have only ever read about
You can paint it black if it's bad
And I'll give you something to shout about
But I'll sing to you every morning
Fetch you stones from my river bed
And you'll hang me idle on a
Coolly-lit half smile
Where is the humor in that?
It's not heavy
It does not overwhelm me in a way
I can't handle
It is not getting heavy
Let me into your coat
Let me into your home
Let me under your quilts
And into your bones
I will sing in your bones
I will sing in your bones
Let me into your hands
Let me into your hope chest
Let me into your weak weak structures
Where the levees let out
Levees let out
Levees let out
Levees let out
It's not heavy
It does not overwhelm me in a way
It's not heavy
It does not overwhelm me in way
It's not heavy
It does not overwhelm me in a way
I can't handle
It is not getting heavy