Good morning! screams the sunlight
as i pull the covers to shield our eyes.
It's not cold in here, but we still appreciate
the feel of each other's body; and heat.
We're not foolish, and we know that it's not love.
We're young, a little bit anxious
and sincere appreciation of
each other's strong hold is right now all we can think of.
Bold, young, never to listen to advice;
but right here, right now
we realize our vice:
That we're suckers for the embrace.
So hold on for dear life.
And sometimes in silence we say the most powerful things.
But it isn't until after, in hindsight, that we realize such happenings.
I'm not ready for the same hello and goodbye.
So I'll try.
And so my gift to you is a blindfold in a [form of a] blanket
and I'm happy,
I just don't know it yet.