Sweater weather

the bluebonnets tells me
this is when i win
your smile can
make me fly.

sadly it’s nothing new
i’ve in past seen these views
it’s possible, you’ve just
got me high.

and your eyes
say more than our
names spelled together,
your breath’s warmer
than our bedroom sport we play
in sweater weather.

i love the way
you sing your song at night
your music and
your voice
are kisses from inside

I guess that’s what
I need, and
that’s what you
hide.