Floating

[2011]


I’m floating back

In love with you

A year old fling

That feels brand new

You’re comfortable

You know my moves

You’ve walked my walk

Been in my shoes

I’m slipping back

To where we were

Was feeling lost

Your kiss, the cure

I find myself drifting back to you, like a message in a bottle makes its way to shore. Inevitable. You’re just so familiar, damnit; your face, your arms, your chest. Your chest is a playground, and my fingers frolic in the grass as you play with my back.  It’s all rushing back to me in a giant wave, gently urging the bottle toward the sand with every movement of the sea. The message inside is clear and simple: stealing my heart again is like taking candy from a baby.