You found me in reality
When your laptop was broken
You found me in the flesh of this city
In the heat of old man garage punk rock
I found you on the loveliest nappy couch
You made me sit and hold your hand
I found you in sweetness and pretend dog wrestling
You could never be cruel
Not to an old lady dog
her snout kissed and her walks slow
You may be learning this game
I may be learning in reverse
But the silliness and the sadness and the sweet caring
Caresses my hand
the romance between foster road and the eight deuce on the green
The naked floats
The cooking and kissing and the evil eye from the girl who wanted us to get a room
When you listen to my heart my thighs breathe
When you kiss my mouth I become liquid
Your curls in my palms
And your eyes become soft
Your breath punctuates
You're my dream weaver and all the other fantastically shitty songs
I had no idea
And either did you
