If my lips could tell you a story,
it would begin in the morning
as the sun warms your back
while you sleep on your belly
that’s how the scene would begin
of course, I’d be next to you
and my lips would meet the sun on your back
and taste what morning brings
slowly, half in dream,
my head would rest there
and your breaths would weave
into a dream of the ocean
lifting us up and down
floating effortlessly in clear blue water
that’s where the story would begin.