Drawing On Your Skin
A cold winter's afternoon will find us here in cloudlight
I become the only one in hours that moves
I still feel your chills
I fed you your pills
I ask you what you need right now
You sigh
We hear the gentle sounds of rain on windows everywhere
I get up for a second to fetch you a drink
And you look up at me
Let out a soft squeak
At least I'm getting something for the time
I whisper softly little words of love and rhyme to you
I draw a little flower on your cheek on other side
A small kiss like a mouse's hair
On either side with a mother's care
If only both our mothers ever cared
The times we have, these kind of days, where we lie motionless
Where all the world moves way too quick and asks too much from us
I'm so proud you're still here
Despite all of your fears
You really are as strong as I have always believed you are
Drawing on your skin
Gently stroking quiet curves
I'm drawing on your skin
Where it was red yesterday
