Its cold outside and the snow’s been falling
But wherever I look I hear your voice calling.
You whisper in my ear, you pull on my hair,
You fix me with a melted brown stare.
I’m not used to this, sitting here feeling all grown up,
Moisture in my eyes as my heart swells up.
Hair tousled around my head,
Crumpled sheets on my teenage bed.
Knees tucked against the desk,
Untouched Fs with a place on my chest.
Words left unsaid that rest on my tongue;
I know if I start I’ll wish I hadn’t begun.
They burst and they pop,
Climbing the stairs, I want to scream at the top.
I want us to be evergreen,
Not a just a dream like it has been.
I want to be beautiful to only you,
I want you to have my body, too.
This, such a strong desire to share my blushed red skin,
And only you I want to let in.
I no longer long for an exotic capture,
All I need is your rapture -
In the sun, by a lake
Just smiling for our own sake.
I’ll wait if need be,
Maybe one day you’ll find a way to me,
Crossing such a long way across the water,
Make this suffocating gap a little shorter,
Turn me on with your arms, bare,
Grasp my wrists in your warm Cuban snare,
Whisper to me in your accent, mellow,
Lay me down on a feathered pillow.
Talk to me sleep with your knowledge and sense,
Maybe this will happen, some time hence.
I’ll still wait.