I want to walk through all your open doorways
I want to drink down all your cheap wine
I want to answer the door when your old man calls
I want to tell him that you’re doing alright

I want to erase all doubt
want to stand naked before the sun
I want to lay down beside you
when the working day is done
through your open window, my paper airplane flies
people say I lost my footing
they should look into your eyes

from the second floor I can see into your house
don’t need a telescope to know what you’re about
just like a love letter tucked under a wing
just like your naked truth gives light to everything

up here in the thermals, drifting like a hawk
carried on the wind, or blown away like chalk
such a tiny craft, paper-clip on nose
I could stare at you for hours
but your blinds are closed