You could cut the sexual tension
Like butter and a knife 
I’m myself, but melt with you, alright
And your name is Stephen
And I’m on the edge of believing 
In everything that you say
Don’t worry, it’s okay
You’re not breaking my law
You just make my frozen heart thaw
As we recommence
Our sojourn in the present tense 
Examining what is before us
I couldn’t imagine there would be more trust
But there is
In the gravity that is his 
Do I trespass 
When I address that
With a smirk and you smile back
And the demons can’t attack
Our safe little space
And that look on your face 
In your room
While I relay the birds of doom
You all but hold my hand 
And the moment’s grand 
And secure 
Demure 
But pure 
And open to the sky
It’s not the truth that will die 
When we depart this realm
The ship with God at the helm
Captains both of us 
What is it that we discuss
When I explain 
You can’t have sky without a little rain