Excuse me a moment I’m just trying to reconstruct The curve of someone’s neck.

It’s fascinating, you see To isolate little bits of her And imagine how they feel.

I’m sure it’s important But it just can’t compete with our careless tangle of limbs Or the simple joy of holding her.

It’s nothing new to you, But that feeling of exploring someone for the first time – Well it changed the way things look to me.

I wish I could help you, But behind my eyes are the last moments Before we drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, she was still there. And even though she’s not in the crook of my arm now, I plan to take her everywhere with me.

(c) me