I can [lay it to rest]

I can’t lay it on heavy, heavy
I can’t lay my love on thick. [sticky sweet]
So I hide, I hide.
When I push I really want you to pull, pull
But I’ll take it slow, slow
so you’ll know it’s safe ground.

No labels with our spaces
Just both our faces
Combined with a lock, a releasing latch
That involves our pink swollen lips.
And I’ve made a list,
That tells of how and when
And what will be
Of the kisses you and me
Swap.
A releasing latch that locks us tight and as the lever and cogs begin their work
We lace our fingers around each curve
Of neck and hip, well placed.
I want my lips
to fill your laugh lines round your eyes and cheeks.
To fill your mouth, your curves, your depths.
I can’t lay it on heavy, heavy
I can’t lay my love on thick. [sticky sweet]
So I hide, I hide.
When I push I really want you to pull, pull
But I’ll take it slow, slow
so you’ll know it’s safe ground.

I can’t stop putting myself in the way of love and lust’s hard smack.
And like a good masochist I take each hit like a breath of fresh air it inhales with pins and needles in my lungs bracing the linings of my heart.
I can’t stop.
Wishing you would.
Wishing you would keep on those sweet words you say you mean.
I tell myself step slow, step slow
and soft, just let the water tickle my toes, lick my ankles.
But it seems my heart already dragged, dragged
my entire body down when it took its own fatal jump to drown, drown.
Just a small part of my bones feels you, that’s all my stubborn head allows.
When my heart knows I feel you all around.
For now I pretend to tread lightly until you’re ready to stamp me into the ground.
You shouldn’t think what you’re feeling
A cab driver once told me.
Well I guess I’ll leave the thinking with the tip I gave him

I can’t lay it on heavy, heavy
I can’t lay my love on thick. [sticky sweet]
So I hide, I hide.
When I push I really want you to pull, pull
But I’ll take it slow, slow
so you’ll know it’s safe ground.