Back with a lover

Yellow curtains that are totally ineffective, I can see them from where my head is resting on a brown broad shoulder. Fingers trace lines. This time I will remember. We stalled and it has taken time to find the clutch
to invent that thing called trust? Forgetting to hold on to the past. Thrown into today, cautious about tomorrow totally scared about next week. There is no present, time is going to quickly to think about trusting myself with loving you. The things we have taken without asking, in your eyes I see mine, wild pillow hair.
Midday and the lightis no longer filtering in, it pierces through our cocoon. My wings are out drying, imagine
yellows and oranges and the tips magnificently red. Yours would be black and electric blue. It's harder to fly when your wings haven't dried. Let's sit and wait awhile