(11/04)
sunday morning still stirring
from dance floors and bathroom doors
sweet strong slow sexy love
radiates from beyond your vocal chords
enters every open channel of my body
rushing through me like a tidal wave
crashes against my skin
over my shoulders on a warm sunny day
a warm sunny day
where the sky is as blue
as only your eyes are
im leaning back against your words
so so far
the balance is so true
all i can seem to do
is close my eyes and drift away
underneath this blanket of you
blanket of you
blanket of you
trading tapes
trading taste
trading truth
trading parts of me
for parts of you
trading places
trading faces
taking spaces
out from between me and you
me and you
me and you
your colors gushing spilling seeping
forward slashing
through my deepest parts
you leave me open
you leave me aching
you leave me sunken
spread apart
sunday afternoon
light pours into the room
paints lines around a silouette of you
pushing paintings
hearts aching
wall shaking
life making
love making
life making
love making life with you
trading tapes
trading taste
trading truth
trading parts of me
for parts of you
trading places
trading faces
taking spaces
out from between me and you
me and you
me and you