there

Under the duvet

i am still leaning on you

You,

gently roaming around my waistline

I,

scenting new inches of your collar

And then I, telling
i need to get up

And you, asking

can I play you a song

Suddenly

dripping from the skylights,

the world 

drops in so odd, and

in tiny drops - so spare

and 
so unnecessary -

I,

want to hold your hand in that golden field

lay on the ground and stare at the blue sky

listen to the wind, playing with the hays,

and name all the clouds that pass above us

And then I,

will ask you to move inside me

and live within myself forever