Michel L. Sukkarieh

tonight is a woman

hold my hand tonight
welded to yours
let's melt into one body
let us be born from my womb
it is not a sin
it is not a dream
tomorrow is too late
the door may close
we may get old
we may get sick or we may be gone
whisper to me
that i am your woman
let me cry on your shoulder
i want to be vulnerable
wipe my face
lie to me, if you want
i will accept
but tomorrow, it will be too long to wait
for me to wait
tonight.. tonight..
let me sing for you