WEDNESDAY, I WROTE

Lunar arches feed
my romantic sense of war
suffocating nicotine
cracks in ceiling, dust on floor

windows open while you sleep
we're restless in this heat
raw and prophetic eyes
shaking hands, take me by surprise

this is just beginning
this is just the beginning

wonder how it must have looked
voice calling out for survival
late night pastoral views
each moment here unbridled

this is just beginning
this is just the beginning

so slow, take our time
your drawl rolls, down my spine

this is just the beginning
the beginning of the end

i try and match breath pattern to yours
thinking it might put me to sleep
but your body's much too warm
my mind is wandering

this is just beginning
this is just the beginning
this is just the beginning of the end