And everything’s wrong
that makes it work,
from the high heel shoes,
to the short length
skirt.
From the gloomy
disposition, to the enigmatic
smile, to the possible and maybe's
to the “see you in a
while”
Every thing is stupid -
everything is sweet,
from the lilting of her
perfume,
to the painting of her
feet.
And everything is wrong
‘Cos everything is right
in the kissing of her smile
to the ending of our
night.
Of course - she lies with me
in my arms, her head to
my chest I can feel her
breath so gentle against my skin.
Of course - she walks with me
by my side, her head inclined,
to my shoulder, her hips kissing
mine with the rhythm of our
steps.
Of course - we live together
share our lives, the washing
up. We walk the dog, wash
the car. Make our bed.
Of course – we make love,
her warm silky skin,
the catching of her breath,
the wonder in her eyes.
Of course-
Of course-
Of course.
Alabaster or Marble she
sculptures her look
resolved
to push through another day.
An armoury for survival a
perfected
indifference, a strained resistance,
she looks the other way.
I guess I kinda love her
In an impossible way
In a fanciful way
In a whimsical way
I guess I kinda love her.
I guess I kinda want her
In a curious way
In a mysterious way
In some kinky kinda way
I guess I kinda want her.
I guess I kinda need her
In a selfish kinda way
In a greedy kinda way
in a needy kinda way
I guess I kinda need her.
