If we go on loving through the night and daylight breaks without a sound
could it be that we may have found
the common ground
the meeting place
Do we face the fact that the future is as yet an unwritten tract waiting for the pen to show
just where and how the words of love must go?

It is
of this I'm sure as sure as any man can be with you along as only you,the woman can be
and if we write exotically,erotically as our pens meet upon the pages of our street
who cares
who dares to interpose and who knows the meetings in the minds of meetings behind the curtains,blinds
or dalliances where we dance out the scribbles of romance that shout out within the ink that spills
and thrills
yes, thrills galore
behind the closing of the bedroom door
and when day begins its daily ritual
we'll turn in time and thrill some more.

If it is so
and tomorrow is but another show or spectacle put on the stage
and the writing on the page we make begins to fade
let us lay the new foundation and
forge the new relationship
let slip those tears of yesterday and they will also fade away

Is today the day
Is it time?
okay
let's begin at the beginning and somewhere in between the losing and the winning
when, we both grinning wipe the sweat away
take a break and you say
'that was nice let's do it twice'
and I shake my head somewhere between alive and dead and hold on to the song that plays,
Today's the day.
I wouldn't have it any other way
would you?

Then we must alight before the day breaks into night and with candles lit will sit
upon the bathroom floor
needing to wash but wanting more
desire
desire
fire away
the day was today and today was the day and the night has nowhere to run.