My Love Comes Stepping Up The Stairs

My love comes stepping up the stairs
Loose blue ribbons in her long red hair
Gold fare is flying in the dust filled air
She slips into my naptime
We were starting to look as strangers look
Attractive, yes, but not quite hooked
To spare in habit overcooked
To the sun smiled on our naptime
The center of the world is where skins and hearts are curled
The terror of a pass by life’s been hurled
Like the first sun on a quiet street
This is us between the sheets
Speak with hands and mouths and feet
You slipped into my naptime
Well I am me and I am you
In moments that are rare but true
The feeling lasts a day or two
You slipped into my naptime
The center of the world is where skins and hearts are curled
The terror of a pass by life’s been hurled