Paola Bennet
7:23am
Come near
Morning’s not reached this bed
Stay here
I’ll keep my fingers laced at the back of your neck
We don’t have to know what this is yet

Eyes open, you drink me up
Shy, there’s something I would never accuse you of
We don’t have to put a name to it
If we’re quiet, maybe the light
Will stay like this

‘Cause I can hear the noise out there
Dark and humming
Seems there’s always some kind of storm coming
But therе’s shelter to find
In your skin on mine

I know
This has to changе sometime
Fragile
Like the skin underneath your eyes
I trace the circles

We don’t have to put a name to it
We don’t have to run before we step
But ain’t it something
How close we fit?