Walking the dog with you
in the morning sun
feasting on your shadow, a vulture
reveling in flesh and blood
despite all your words
you were talking passion
we took a break
and sat on a park bench
we couldn’t work it out but we had the breeze
your hair fell on my shoulder and I leaned
I’m so tired
of starting over again
you pull me close
and I breathe you in
let’s begin again
let’s begin
Late at night with you in bed,
writing songs and talking on the ways of women and men
left leg is half out of the sheets
but it’s not cold, we are burning
I reach for my pen over your shoulder
you catch my hand in yours
we’re suddenly older
I’m so tired
of starting over again
you push me down
and I kiss you in
let’s begin again
let’s begin
Do we have a song?
When did we first meet?
How many children or
do we devote ourselves
to fighting things?
Is there a place
we call home together?
Do we share the same
concept of forever?
