Counting Hairs

There are those that will believe in creating arguments when
they feel we are not making sense, is time well spent, when all
I want to do is count the hairs on your chest, Maybe lay there
awhile and watch your rise and fall, slower now than what is was a
little while before.
I want to see what you see, walk beside you, hear the sounds that
your hear, i want to discover you washed up, take you in take me
in, rescue me, do unto, save me and you through the winters cold
bite till the last splutterings of summers warmth, counting away
each hair till mine as you rise and fall.