I'd meet a sunrise with you
Without our clothes
Just the sacred oaths we spoke
Until the noise of every morning
broke last night's spell
Spilt secrets I won't tell
Then it's on to bird song, slamming car doors
The nakedness between us in favor of forgotten chores
They can wait, anyway
What can't are the things I won't allow myself to say
Or this overwhelming urge to stay put
To read you like a favorite book
I'll turn your pages with just a look
Into the soundtrack of engines turning over
Off to work they go
Footsteps follow loud goodbyes
And children being chastised
To get on the bus
Still they make a fuss
As I surmise that there is love in this bed
With you sleepyhead
I see you smiling
Could you be any more beguiling
A false promise sent by some skillful liar
Either way your clothes are in the dryer
But I prefer you the other way
Dripping and joyous enough to drink
So pour me another round before I've had time to think