Rolling Love

Try to explain to me the way you roll in love. How it sets your fire stirring, sparks flying up.

If you take your time maybe the street lights will turn off and you can go walking home under the morning sun. Fresh burn on your eyelids. Tired, heavy with the fleeting night.

And your mind is turning circles, faster than the train rushing past, and the sound of it doesn't leave you for miles, your thoughts have become the hum, the roar, the growl.

And where do you go when you can't be alone?

Sneak into your lovers window and lay with them until noon. Their chest rise and fall, arms unconsciously pull you in. And because of them you feel warm again. Your cold skin turns molten against their fire.