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“It’s eyes open during sex in front of the fireplace raging & pulsing…”

It’s eyes open during sex in front of the fireplace raging & pulsing
Then Sunday mornings just laying in bed watching you sleep
Hair criss-cross over your shoulders & sockets hiding
Those beautiful blue ice eyes penetrating

It’s back & forth, seesaw red wine spilling into 1970’s bell glasses
From a bottle that bears the name of never traveled mountains on it
Wilderness of the orphaned heart explored by tip-toe shoes
Of walking miles walking in someone else’s skin

It’s the gracefulness of time, the forgetfulness of hours
And the way when you lay intertwined in me wrapped like letters
I can feel the hot & cold spots of your body graft against me
And want to pull you in closer to see inside

It’s the long, long drive from a county far, far away
Lake Tapps, Washington out of Pierce County turning up Helio Sequence
Opening the windows & beating the morning sun to the asphalt road
Pounding on the accelerator like a brand new cause

It’s the Crazy Town vibe of Bonney Lake Tavern
With Mom jeans, cowboy hats & fluorescent ripped t-shirts
Looking across the room & seeing you talk to your friends
And wanting you back near me so soon right after you walked away

It’s getting in the Jacuzzi by the lake naked & a couple glasses of red in
Realizing it’s ice cold, me standing up on the edge with the moonlight release
Growling down my throat, red wine coat, naked & vital
That cold lake wind creeping over me rolling on towards December

It’s the fever dream of November 4th caterwauling out into the streets
Sprayed with chilled champagne, every photo taken shows your hair wet
Us pressed close together making the “O” & filled with top-of-our-lungs hope
To walk the miles from Broadway to Pike Place for an everlasting nighttime

It’s that DeVotchKa song slithering into my head on a late night drive
“New World” where “you mean what you said” & I shut my eyes while
Swerving up the hill in a fog & a rain, your head in my lap
And you’re telling me “it looks so damn good” baby, so damn good
© Adam Bresson

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