today you were in my dream
fine brick rolling in my crib
with me
in drowned heat
I’m falling on your neck
and searching your clever sense
you say you heard
something about looking at love
love like an ugly rhythm, baby
picture it as a beast
you can ride it like an ugly rhythm
picture it as a beast
you can ride it like an ugly rhythm
today I woke up
in cool air
you there
gathered in your arms
folding up my form
in my teenage bed
were you really there




















