Quilts

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