Tua

Your way rhymes with mine
The albino tone of your skin contrasts me
Even my touch chose you
To make you home

My love, you have my longing
My truth, my desire
So, let yourself be
Have more of me
More of me that already is, that already exists

I wouldn't mind
Sharing a mattress with you
Giving you my hair to fill you with us
And drowning in your body pretending to be a pillow
I wouldn't object to a request for your affection
Bitter coffee, your towel thrown in the room
No trace of what is yours

My way rhymes with yours
The night tone of your skin contrasts me
Your touch even taught me
In you, I made my home

My love, you have my longing
My truth, my songs
So let me be
Have more of you
More of you that I already am
That you gave me

I wouldn't mind
Sharing a mattress with you
Giving you my hair to fill you with us
And drowning in your body pretending to be a pillow
I wouldn't object to a request for your affection
Bitter coffee, your towel thrown in the room
No trace of what is yours

I wouldn't mind
Sharing a mattress with you
Giving you my hair to fill you with us
And drowning in your body pretending to be a pillow
I wouldn't object to a request for your affection
Bitter coffee, your towel thrown in the room
No trace of what is yours

Your towel thrown in the room
No trace of what is yours
Your towel thrown in the room