The Idea of Staying

I wish I could lock the doors
So that the idea of going
Would lose its pull
And the idea of staying
Would thicken the sheets
And cool the outside air

Perhaps that's why you'll leave
And come back again
Perhaps that's why you'll stay –
Because the wind is too harsh
And the sun too shy

I wish I could lock the door
And lace my fingers in your hair
Prop my head on a pillow
Close my eyes while you stare

It gives me a thrill to be looked at
Narcissus aside
But the knowledge that your time belongs to my wristwatch, not yours
Or the thought that you're here without influence