Lying in bed in a dim moonlit room. The black covers sticking to your body in the summer heat. You look over to the windowsill to see your love staring out the window. You ask him what he is thinking about. And he says the same as always. He says he is thinking about you. You just look at his innocent smile and wonder if he is innocent or just loving you with all his broken heart. You take the black covers over and sit on his lap and wrap the covers around you both and lay your head against him and rest.
Summer Heat and black covers
June 2, 2011