Lazy half-moon

Lazy half-moon eyes shiver on the crest of your face
Lighting the depths of our dark room
Shaming the street light’s blaze

Tell me when the words are over
I’ll try to be polite

Briny lips quake on the space above my chin
Sending sound waves through the bedroom
Wishing I could take the sounds back in.

Tell me when the morning's here
I’ll try to wake up

Frozen fingers settle in the valleys and peaks between our hands
Tying strings into shoddy knots
Conducting heat and love and plans


Tell me when the time runs out
I’ll try to forget where I am