You wanna catch your breath
You wanna get out
But as you surface you don’t really know how
How to live upon the solid ground
Well sometimes its just easier to let yourself drown

Cause..love is…thick
Like blood
Like honey

You can not spell it out
There are no words
Mrs. Johnson never taught me those verbs
And how to give myself
And how to receive

It is something that’s inside
Of you and me

Love is…thick
Like blood
Like honey

Forget every thing you’ve ever learned
Cause no one listens when you wanna be heard
Just bleed the bittersweet

Seven sunrises and seven..more nights
You think that we could learn to..do it right
If nothing changes then
I am gonna stop
But do I really have a choice
Oh no I think not

Cause love is…thick
Like blood
Like honey

Her presence was intoxicating. I couldn’t help the sigh that escaped me lips. Her eyes shot open and her face turned towards me. When she saw it was me she smiled, though looking down slightly embarrassed, “How long have you been standing there?” I just shrugged, “Long enough.”, I replied softly. She just smiled as I took a seat beside her, setting my bag on the floor beside us. I leaned back against the couch relaxing into it’s softness. “Wait, how did you get here?”, she asked and I looked down, before I could even say anything realization spread over her face and she frowned a bit. “Spence, why‘d you take the bus again when you could have just called me?”, she exclaimed. “I know, I know..you and your people watching, artists and there crazy activities.”, she shook her head. I gasped in mock hurt and playfully nudged her. She laughed, making me smile, she has a great laugh. “And miss having my very own private Ashley Davies concert..not a chance.”, I said looking over at her. She looked up from her guitar and blushed as she looked into my eyes seeing I was serious. Her eyes shot back to look at her guitar strings again. “How were classes?”, she asked clearing her throat a bit as her fingers moved lightly across the strings. “Frustrating.“, I replied , she stop playing immediately and looked at me with concern filled eyes. “The piece I’m working on is fighting me, I cant get it to look the way I see it in my head.”, I explained with a sigh. She put a hand on my knee, “You’ll get it, just relax and let the piece take you there. I have no doubt it’ll be beautiful. “ I smiled playing my hand over hers, she always knows exactly what to say to make me feel better. She smiled back at me, one of those that made her nose crinkle, she is such a cutie. “How about you, classes okay?”, I asked as she lay her guitar over to the side, then leaned back beside me. “Good, music theory was pretty boring but, I got quite a bit accomplished in music composition today.”, she beamed her face lighting up a bit. ‘I’m glad Ash.”, I replied shifting a bit putting my head on her shoulder. We just sat there in comfortable silence, she rested her head against mine.

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I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting them a bit. I must have fallen asleep. I heard the light sound of someone breathing. I looked down, Ashley was asleep below me. Sometime during our little nap our positions had changed. Now she lay flat on her back with me on top of her, her arm lay across my back protectively. I smiled, I loved that we were so comfortable like this. I didn’t rush to move, I merely lay back down on her chest, snuggling up to her. I smiled as I heard her let out a soft sigh and her thumb rubbed over my lower back a little. I closed my eyes and began to feel myself be overtaken by sleep again as I listened to the steady beat of Ashley’s heart.