And you know, you never told
Of the time we took the old
Man to watch the sunrise over the lake
For the very last time before his Great Ache
I never heard you talk about
Last year, when we were out
Of town, and we brought
The tents to a dry hill
Overlooking the windmill
And all we did was drink and talk
And you clumsily sang “I Am A Rock”
So, did you ever mention when
We both sneaked into an ***** den
And the Indonesian woman stole you wallet
Right after you’d won that ridiculous bet?
I think you kept the secret memory
When you stormed out the car in fury
When your Beetle broke down on Lucky lane
And all we did before repairing was done
Was kiss and play knock-and-run
And I don’t mind at all
How we make our times together look dull
But what I love is that they won’t know
How our nights and mornings go
How the caresses from the moonlight
Over your face fill me with delight
The hummingbird kisses while we’re still asleep
And your callused fingers that linger and creep
And the love poems made out of moans and sighs
The love cage of our tangled arms and thighs
Along with the Oasis vinyl dying out…
They won’t know what we've been on about.
p.t.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
And you know, you never told
Of the time we took the old
Man to watch the sunrise over the lake
For the very last time before his Great Ache
I never heard you talk about
Last year, when we were out
Of town, and we brought
The tents to a dry hill
Overlooking the windmill
And all we did was drink and talk
And you clumsily sang “I Am A Rock”
So, did you ever mention when
We both sneaked into an ***** den
And the Indonesian woman stole you wallet
Right after you’d won that ridiculous bet?
I think you kept the secret memory
When you stormed out the car in fury
When your Beetle broke down on Lucky lane
And all we did before repairing was done
Was kiss and play knock-and-run
And I don’t mind at all
How we make our times together look dull
But what I love is that they won’t know
How our nights and mornings go
How the caresses from the moonlight
Over your face fill me with delight
The hummingbird kisses while we’re still asleep
And your callused fingers that linger and creep
And the love poems made out of moans and sighs
The love cage of our tangled arms and thighs
Along with the Oasis vinyl dying out…
They won’t know what we've been on about.
p.t.
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