I Like It

Fingertips gloss through the silks and The yarns hanging off personalities To take and adopt 'til the dawn when We strip down and lie in bed Twisted in ropes, knotted hearts spin Into a thousand yards of runways cascade Into lust and you can't take your eyes off me anymore I interrupt, shave a layer of skin off your spine You run the whites of your eyes up the wall to The ceiling fan collecting sweat and dust You're dancing, prancing down a non sequitur Buying time as if either of us have appetite After logical conclusions stained in wine I like it when you act like you're clueless, then you smile I like it when I feel something growing in the dark I like it when you float like a shadow of a moth I like it when you joke that you're never coming home