Perigee of my bondage

Not only do your fingerprints
Stain my imperfect skin
They remain inside me
An afterimage burnt upon my heart

Men are too tough for tears
So I cry them for both of us
I sit by your chair while you read
And rub your hand across my salty cheek

Shared coffee at midnight
Flavored with the spirits of Ireland
Warm our lonely hearts and hands
A table for two,reservations for one

When I hold you close at night
I taste your sadness while you sleep
It makes my soft heart restless
So I whisper pretty things into your dreams