a soft lamp on the table beside me
bleeding light into the room
a metaphor slightly misunderstood
a peace and fullness after a long wait
staying up waiting for you to come home
to hear your footsteps on the stairs
and i will open my eyes
listen to you set your keys down with a clunk
and shrug off all of the outside
you will enter our room
our little haven
so soft and gentle
with smooth edges and reassuring kisses
a secret space for vulnerability
don’t want to pick up the phone
don’t want to watch the news
let us be selfish
let the world explode outside
the last of humanity
in their battle against one another
let everything fall
i’m sick of it all
i used to care
of course i cared
but i am small
and together we can be soft
be soft and selfish
just for a few hours
within four walls
they will protect us both
let us be soft and selfish
exchanging kisses
hiding under the covers
we can keep the light on
we are guilty lovers
wanting to spend a bit of time
together with each other intertwined
letting smiles creep onto our faces
smoothing hands over shoulders
pushing off all of that weight
a flash of affection
and the comfort of your warmth
we don’t have to say anything
we can pretend that we are not scared
leave our fears outside
they can’t touch us here
a room without deadlines
only the whisper of words
no need for checking the time
or sticking to schedules
our bleeding hearts
will recover and recuperate
in this soft light
our careful words and
our careless fingers
tangling legs together
we won’t be outside
even when there is rain and gunfire
tornados and the collapsing market
we shelter our shattered selves
inside of our soft selfishness
bleeding light into the room
a metaphor slightly misunderstood
a peace and fullness after a long wait
staying up waiting for you to come home
to hear your footsteps on the stairs
and i will open my eyes
listen to you set your keys down with a clunk
and shrug off all of the outside
you will enter our room
our little haven
so soft and gentle
with smooth edges and reassuring kisses
a secret space for vulnerability
don’t want to pick up the phone
don’t want to watch the news
let us be selfish
let the world explode outside
the last of humanity
in their battle against one another
let everything fall
i’m sick of it all
i used to care
of course i cared
but i am small
and together we can be soft
be soft and selfish
just for a few hours
within four walls
they will protect us both
let us be soft and selfish
exchanging kisses
hiding under the covers
we can keep the light on
we are guilty lovers
wanting to spend a bit of time
together with each other intertwined
letting smiles creep onto our faces
smoothing hands over shoulders
pushing off all of that weight
a flash of affection
and the comfort of your warmth
we don’t have to say anything
we can pretend that we are not scared
leave our fears outside
they can’t touch us here
a room without deadlines
only the whisper of words
no need for checking the time
or sticking to schedules
our bleeding hearts
will recover and recuperate
in this soft light
our careful words and
our careless fingers
tangling legs together
we won’t be outside
even when there is rain and gunfire
tornados and the collapsing market
we shelter our shattered selves
inside of our soft selfishness