the sun is high
young voices howl
the swing creaks
yet we lie here

i have no desire
to move from this bed,
to take my hand away
from your new goatee

oh how easy it is
to fall in love
with the morning
allowing us to stay

this is a dream
to wash away my nightmares
to feel my skin on your skin
to know you are mine

the sun is high
our plates are full
but there is time
always, for love