This imaginary someone who pops up in my head whenever because there is noone else to think of....
the hands of time move closer to mid-night.
The curtains are drawn and I've put out the lights
but still I lay awake - alone and undressed
with only u on my mind.
at 10 minutes to 12 U capitalize my thoughts
pluralize my reality and exaggerate my feelings of
- tumultuous sensations.
U on my mind at 10 minutes to 12 makes me cuddly
and warm inside - outside is struggle for a mutual synchrony
of u on my body, my body on my bed...time outside my head.
my mind on you at 10 minutes to 12 makes you a canvas of black -
the son of midnight - an untouchable shade.