Thats All I'll Ever Need

Of sweaty palms and smoky eyes
Of jungle chores and beach rides
Kitchen tables, and beds and pain
Of burnt knives and going insane

Only sounds of whooshing breath
Or voices from the Arabic sea
Of fitting perfectly , Still
And laying wide awake

Of learning to sleep with the music on
And letting it play to the break of dawn
Of knowing when I need a kiss
And giving me one more when I ask for it

Of gently rubbing fingers
And playing with your hair
Of beds too big, and times too short
Of always defining distance

Of walks in stormy weather
And flips and cows and tree
Of scarves and photographs
Of home-made food and italian coffee

A night full of laughter
A rain full of chatter
A nap on my chest
And no need to fill a silence
That's all I'll ever need