Across the Room

Her hair is kind of wild

With yesterdays curls

Faded black eyeliner

Doesn’t wash away

From a coup

In her mind

Releasing tears

She lies there on the bed

Eyes somewhere

Out the window

Topless in panties

My hands are gliding

Across her ribs

Before I ever

Cross the room

Hanging in slow motion

Time is frozen

Though I feel her mind moving

With mine

Beckoning me bedside

I lie next to her

And finally

Breathe