In the morning in the evening
You turn to me and say
"It's time that we were leaving
But I want you anyway"

Bed and breakfast butter
"I'll turn" you roll much better
Our table starts to shudder
Oh my darling it gets wetter

Jeans fender if you're steady
Dashboard legs a stretch
You finger rev me ready
Come now in syncromesh

Eyes and lips turn skyward
You're climbing like a vine
I'm counting to a hundred
Pause again at ninety-nine

We're blowing artist's bubbles
Organic chemist's tables
Slowly brain wave fumbles
Wet labia unstable

In the morning at our table
You turn to me and say
"We seem a bit unstable
But I want you anyway"

Syncromesh

10/15/2023