I want to walk through all your open doorwaysnI want to drink down all your cheap winenI want to answer the door when your old man callsnI want to tell him that you’re doing alrightnnI want to erase all doubtn‘want to stand naked before the sunnI want to lay down beside younwhen the working day is donenthrough your open window, my paper airplane fliesnpeople say I lost my footingnthey should look into your eyesnnfrom the second floor I can see into your housendon’t need a telescope to know what you’re aboutnjust like a love letter tucked under a wingnjust like your naked truth gives light to everythingnnup here in the thermals, drifting like a hawkncarried on the wind, or blown away like chalknsuch a tiny craft, paper-clip on nosenI could stare at you for hoursnbut your blinds are closed