Contact

By Shaire Blythe

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

 

Contact

 

Lay here with me for a while,

Forget the endless bullshit.

Entwine your arm outstretched on mine,

And please stay. Don’t hesitate.

 

I’ve been feeling like I’m locked behind some doors.

It’s just fine, what you’re staring at me for.

I’ve known better, but what’s better when there’s the ones that settle.

 

Give me that sweet contact.

Breathe me, and you can own that.

I don’t really care, just let me be and do me.

When we feel that contact, don’t tell me I have to fall back.

Keep it coming and don’t you hurry, I am in no hurry anyway.