I taste her dreams upon my lips. The things I've seen they often slip Like smiles upon her lovely head. We gently rest upon my bed. The stars and moon collide above To words unspoken and unsaid. A request by her to take it slow. The things I know and do not know. A date, a month, an early time. Cliches uttered-- "hers" and "mine". Bumbling fools, we fit as gloves. Hands become warmer and entwined. Thoughts shift, feelings take control, Place my intellect on a hold. Await the time when we shall fall, Tumble backwards into the all. Together combine we are part of This thing we know yet cannot call.