a soft love poem

you can be my morning
i'll be your bed time story
we'll be today
ride our cruisers like nobody's business
just you and i
all imperfect like
touch me soft
be my sweet love poem
i'll be your lady
hand in hand
palms talking tongues
you'll fill my lungs
no more cigarettes for my solution
you're my favorite pollution
let's trust this morning
this night, this day
let's swim on ground
walk upon water
i'm studying the timber of your sound
curlling around in your laughter
let's not cautiously tease the edge
i'm gonna grasp all this something new
you'll paint me a new blue
sing jazz tunes to me till so right is the hue
open your mouth and drink this kiss
it's for you, stop pretending
it's for you, stop perfecting
and just hug the truth

then hold me for awhile
a little longer then you usually would hold any girl
let's twirl for a mile
and then try to control our loud smiles

we can't, can we?
cause there's something about us
whispering just let it be

will you let me be your morning glory?
can i be your bedtime story?
and during the day can we live this soft love poem?
watch ourselves during dinner and whisper and say, hi
hey
hey
i know them