against gentle pink skin
in secreted smile
and long distance phone calls
you can be a bird
and wish for cannon balls
or you can be stuck where you are
standing in the shower
with your hands below your waist
you can laugh until you fall off the couch
heavy lidded
inhaling sticky sweet drugs down into your lungs
or you can be a bug
under the floorboards
scurrying from fat cat paws
love can be a warm bed
a warmer body
and clean sheets crisp against the night air
you can whirl around the dance floor
pushing the grabbing hands away
and billowing up to the sparkling lights
faces can be video lines
lips parted to a glowing 'o'
we can be naked
to the gentle blue flickering
of another day in TV static
o' hands of mine
be swift in time
and I shall lay my head
at your feet
with heavy breasts
and your name tattooed on my hips
I will be waiting
for the day when you come around
