After an afternoon

I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained
Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults
If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall
Bold waves tumble to the season of my heart
Where you have offended my faith and my trust
Until all is lost into the beauty of the day
Until all is lost, yeah
And I think it's lost

But there's something in the way you laugh that makes me feel like a child
Aspects of life they confuse me, you and your thesis amuse me
After and afternoon with you and your rich brown eyes
Your lips and dark hair, elbows and exposed knees tossing toward your ceiling
After an afternoon

Face to palm
Tear to tear
Mouth to tongue
Heart to ground