Color turns on a draft of air,nwashes the soft scent of heatnover everything.nIf I could sing,nif I could speak,nI'd tell you everything.nnBodies fumble in a dream,nignites our soft white smilesninside everything.nIf you could cry,nif you could frown,nYou'd tell me everything.nnIt's all I want to do;nto leave out that window.nto watch you watch yourselfnin that same way;npulling straight your clothes,nputting up your hair.nnyou're so beautiful.nncut this out before it kills me.nyou kill me in a good way.nin a good way.