I have *** on Sunday mornings
Tuesdays too
Well, any day I can to be honest
It’s just something I like to do
I don’t nip behind closed doors
Wrap curtains or silk sheets tight
I don’t need scented candles, whipped cream or Barry White
No-siree
I make love in wide open spaces
Without a whit of shame (We don’t own ****** veils or wear a family name)
No-siree
We’re too blissed out for who-called-who
Doped up on the intoxicating hue of shiny morning dew

love-
if it could be distilled, i'd carry it in a small velvet locket
silence-
if it could be stolen, I'd slip it into my navy coat pocket
faith-
if it could be held, like a hug or a long stare
if it could be dropped in my hand so i knew it was there, i'd open my palm, i swear
forgiveness-
if it could be folded in two crisp halves. taken by a stranger to Siberia or France, i'd find the right train station
me-
if it could be melted into blue liquid and blown out into a clear new shape, i'd walk slowly towards the grill and wait
you-
if it could be easy, i'd not find you so scary. i'd let myself in
courage-
if it could be mined like a sonnet or a diamond, i'd dig
love-
if it could be free, i'd spend every day under that tree
beauty-
if it could ever be seen, i'd only look where it shone
life-
if it could be mine, i'd sing every day in sunshine
love-
if it could be there, like skies and silhouettes and morning air, i'd- i'd-
love-
if it could, i would, wouldn't i?