Guess it's true I'm not good at the one night stand
And maybe I don't sleep to make
Minutes into mirrors, magic out of hours.
In daylight I am vicious, hardened,
But in this dim room
Between your dark sheets
I can be malleable, delicate, desiring.
While you sleep I compile
Your smiles, your words, your sounds
Into a single silver plate,
Twilit metal hammered out
To the beating of your heart.
Tomorrow I'll be strong, I'll be funny, I'll be
Brief, slipping out just before you tire of me.
But in these last few hours, just
Let me rest awhile, with you.