and take off your clothes
and with them
every single worry
you have ever worried.
My fingertips on your back
will be the very last thing
you will feel
before sleeping
and the sound of my smile
will be the alarm clock
to your morning ears.
Come here
and take off your clothes
and with them
the weight of every yesterday
that snuck atop your shoulders
and declared them home.
My whispers will be the soundtrack
to your secret dreams
and my hand
the anchor to the life
you open your eyes to.
Come here
and take off your clothes.
~.~.~.~.~
God, wat verlang ik ernaar je te bellen.
Beter van niet. Dat maakt het niet makkelijker.
Slaap zacht.
Kate
3 april 2012
* De tekst heb ik gevonden op Obsequiousness en is geschreven door Tyler Knott Gregson.
* De foto heb ik gevonden op Corbis: Sexy Woman Talking on Telephone; Stock Photo ID: 42-18944113; Photographer: Harry Vorsteher; Copyright: © Harry Vorsteher/Corbis
