We Don'T Go Out Anymore

Dancing In the cut of the sun We don't go out anymore Honey coated air Swirling silence Beckoning an empty mind Lie still always fleeting Like a memory Roaming through echos Of an ode to holding you So close to quell familiar Thoughts of diffidence I desire to feel muted Like curtains drawn As I pray the haze of morning Dew-like molasses dripping So the day holds Just a little longer So we don't go out I yearn for a quiet love Beneath these blankets of Tangled flesh