sit still

when you played with my hair,
that was the best part.
i could stop talking,
close my eyes,
and lay my head upon your lap.
everything created halted.
the feel of your fingers
became my universe.

it's all i ever wanted:
your bedroom just small enough
to sit still and be quiet in,

and the sparks that jump
off your fingernails
as we sigh away the night.