Deepline - Close To Mine

Your warm breath settling on my shoulder
The radio low enough to hear you smile
Your fingers find the spaces between mine
And nothing needs a name
For a little while heat
Your earrings resting in the center console
My jacket folded underneath your head
We missed the turning marked beside the vine
And let the road decide
For us instead
One balcony still open above the harbor
White curtains
Moving in the warm air
You place the room key quietly on the table
Then take the final pin
Out of your hair
Daylight reaches softly across the bed
Your sleeping hand still resting close
To mine
The first fairy draws a line across the water
And neither of us asks about the time heat.