Bossa Nova

Us, as we are now.

That I am here with you
alone in slumber
is understood

That you are to stay
with quiet contentment
painted softly on your expression

That I am to go on
and lightly play those songs
you have fallen for
is understood, too

That to stay awake is not
an inch of the blues
or to fall in love
in such difficult paths

This is understood

Author's Note

I'd appreciate comments, criticism, what-have-you.