I would have given anything
To be back in bed with you
Wrapped completely in lies.
You hated the way your voice
Sounded during those early morning
Questions, – swirling thumbs,
Mephisto waltz spinning at 45 rpm’s.
I waited while the birds
Were most talkative, flying
About naturally looking for sex,
I thought about grand churches
In Scotland where we could get married.
The sun commanded the leaves
To change color, and I saw you.
I don’t see god in anything.
I only see you, just you.
gablesworth 