Woken by dogs again
The ache creeps in
Like light through
A crack under the door
Or a cat under the bed
The only skin I see
Are your henna tatoos hands
But you drive like Mad Max lady
And that keeps me in your
Rear view mirror
Bananas and blue berries
Chatting with old friends
Love is choosing
Love is choosing us
Reflecting our reflectors
Reconnecting out connectors
We laugh at less and enjoy more
Soprano sax phone ringers
Moon lit nights and marinara sauce
Square pizza
We become what we
Used to laugh at
We crawl for the love
We pine for it
Like pizza after
Giving birth
While things
Potatoes, pieces of meat
Water
There will always be car fights
And tainted meat
The world is not at no risk
Of running out of Gatorade
But they can’t bottle this
They can’t hang it on hooks
It’s not a flag
but it is in every flag
It is inevitable like the moon glow
This love thing we have
Going on here.
Schwervon! 