Love is what’s anxious
Sticky fingers and
Keeping the funk
Roll, roll, roll
Roll with me baby
We own the night
Because we slept all day
What have you found there?
Is it a new form of currency?
A rare gem; a gift from the Emperor?
How you cradle it like a lover
Lost deep at sea
There is something nostalgic
In your eyes I see
A pebble, dear Quibian?
A stray rock here you hold?
Found amongst the leaves
On your long walk home?
Slowly dancing down the steeply inclined staircase
Mending broken bones with happy thoughts and
Careless nights and too many insufficient lights
Making up lost time with tension high and
Premarital blissful sinful rupturing like cool nights
Of fourth of July celebrations you never
Quite let go hands with and always remember
The feel of that tingling anticipation.
Or was it just a pixie that held hands
With the moon and danced a strange song
Around your head as you woke from the dream.
To lazy to reach, but to awake to not notice
How many little spaces there were amongst
The glowing daylight.
…And listen; I think she’s calling.
Sun that’s hotter than a well used oven
With young faces that are nervously wonderin’
Alerted by the slightest disturbance
But me, I still look for an empty corner
Away from the clamoring multitudes over
My fate sits fixed as is my countenance
Waiting sit I as I wander nearer
Playing with the time waiting for the bearer
Maybe we all feel this sustenance
The four, they wandered
Still a few hours from dark
One with a drink
One with a skirt
And leggings to reduce the flirt
It was easy to tell
For I had been there before
That they all had one thought
Clearly on their minds
To reduce the night to moments alone
A moment to remember for a year
A day, many years later
That will come all the greater
Shall remind gone of your youth