open up my palm

and watch the breeze

blow off the dust

of all i ever thought

id need

of all i thought i must

pick my feet on up

and out

of puddles of despair

and breathe in deep

a breath of crisp

and unmarred moistened air

pull off fitted

cotton shell

over silken hair

and slide right in

between crisp sheets

tired, damp and bare

see your face

as always seen

before i fall asleep

and pad my heart

around its beats

and pray your soul to keep