She opens up my imagination, her image goes
dancing thru my head.

Promising a comfortable stay, she even asks
me if these possibilities could ever change,
to see the same roof while we sleep, wishing
for something like this next time we meet.

She opens up my inspiration while her image
goes pranging thru my head.

Bleeding another unstable heart, she whispers
to my eyes of things unspoken and unheard,
just so not to break a flight, that might find us
in the same comofortable spot.