Come Over

Come over, come over Climb over the mountains of messy linens Trek nearer to me Build your camp at the foothills Of my breasts Sleep in the moonlight of my eyes Come over, come over Wade through the damp days of discussions Too long in logic And fill your conscience's canteen From the reservoir of a melted me Come over, come over Extend your hand across the gap of time And tug me from this crumbling rockface To a safer summit, shared with you Beneath brush stroked skies With bedhead hair, breathing in unison Come over, come over