Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We lie naked
In your room, holding hands
On a down mattress you fold up each morning
To make way for the day
You, my borrowed other
Who kisses me in stolen time
You, my borrowed other
Your skin seems burnished
Against the pale sheets
My hands are full
With the sag of your stomach
That rests lightly on your lap when you sit
Full of your slender neck
Adorned with links of gold
Bought by your mother in Ghana
Initial resting on breast bone
[Verse 2]
You sleep so still
Like the small intake of breath you quiver
When I kiss the slope leading your neck into your back
When I kiss the three tones of your skin
Patched like an atlas of half a continent
Patched like an atlas of half a continent
[Verse 3]
These borrowed nights
After not speaking for months
Are when it feels best
Sweetest, soft, like lines that cut through flesh
Best
Sweetest, soft, like lines that cut through flesh
I pull you into my mouth
With a tenderness reserved
For sucking seeds from black grape flesh
You sigh, eyes tight
I know in my absence you've prayed for this
I know in your absence I've prayed for this
We've prayed for this
We've prayed for this
We've prayed for this
Written by: Belinda Zhawi, Oscar Jerome
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