well known strangers

waking up in a sleepy stupor

with my head on your warm chest

i know you but don’t know you all that well, and yet

i know this comfort comes to an end

too soon

i will run my fingers through your dark curls

and fingers on your warm skin

which coast it will be this time only time will tell.

this feeling i know but not so well

and i hope someday it gets to stay

if not with you, then someday,

i will run my fingers through another well known strangers curls

or strands

and he will not be a stranger for so long and we can lay

in sleepy stupor comfort

someday.