Leave crop circle wine prints on the wood.
Forget to turn off the TV.
Spend one more hour here with me.
Ignore all of the phone calls
that plague us nine to five.
Leave errands for tomorrow-
trust me, they'll survive.
Give me time to memorize
the laugh lines on your face
before you leave tomorrow,
gone without a trace.
And while you'll gone I'll think of
lazy mornings left in bed,
waking to your eyes on mine,
leaving nothing left unsaid.
