There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
You're pretty sure you don't want to know what you called her the night before, though based on her smile you feel somewhat reassured that it at least wasn't cruel. Gods, what is she even doing here after the mess you were, feeding you breakfast and now draped across your lap? After six years of bad luck and shit fortune, you still can't quite believe that any of this is real.
You don't remember what you called her, but you do remember the kiss. Or at least, you remember the idea of it, the wanting for it, the way it felt to hold her close and press that meaning between your lips. You meant it then and you mean it now as you reach up to cup her cheek with one hand, the other shifting around the small of her back.
She tastes like meat and coffee and last night's whiskey, and you're pretty sure you've never tasted anything more beautiful. There is no urgency to the exchange, no panting passion and aching need, no pressing tongues and pawing hands. This is a kiss between two adults, a question and a promise re-avowed in the light of day.
Still as you draw away you feel a little breathless, your heart racing eagerly in your chest. Smiling a crooked, boyish smile, you look up through warm almond eyes and run your thumb down the angle of her chin. "That's a good start. Now tell me what else ya need."
You don't remember what you called her, but you do remember the kiss. Or at least, you remember the idea of it, the wanting for it, the way it felt to hold her close and press that meaning between your lips. You meant it then and you mean it now as you reach up to cup her cheek with one hand, the other shifting around the small of her back.
She tastes like meat and coffee and last night's whiskey, and you're pretty sure you've never tasted anything more beautiful. There is no urgency to the exchange, no panting passion and aching need, no pressing tongues and pawing hands. This is a kiss between two adults, a question and a promise re-avowed in the light of day.
Still as you draw away you feel a little breathless, your heart racing eagerly in your chest. Smiling a crooked, boyish smile, you look up through warm almond eyes and run your thumb down the angle of her chin. "That's a good start. Now tell me what else ya need."
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
zephyr
