Won't You Stay?

With glory eyes,

your lips brush my skin;

whispers so quiet.

Half-awake after

a good night's sleep.

That soft magic

beneath my tongue.

I am sad a little

without enough poetry.

It is like a fifth limb.

I don't like to

call it 'lost'.

I write out 

the parts of me

that won't have 

time to pause,

yet will fit 

beneath your skin.

Oh please,

won't you stay?