#Plus 2

Nocturnal

You say I’m a liar,
for I kiss whom my lips desire.
May I remind you, my dear,
This life is not about fear,
but for dreams and courage and love,
right here and not in heaven above.
It’s about barrels of rum from the South
and your tongue in my mouth.
It’s about dreaming on the beach
without you anywhere within my reach,
truly alone on a lonely day
and no one to stand in my way.
Remember?

Nocturnal sounds dripping from foreign windows,
a laugh, a yell, some fancy jazzy tune.
The soundtrack to our hidden dates
under this sarcastically grinning moon.

Yeah, okay, touché, you aren’t boring me.
And I’m not unkind, just asking for your fee
for this unique moment-bound relationship
and your ticket for this quite strange trip.
Whatever I could swear, you know from my face,
I’m into you, even without leather and lace.
In love with you and your honest life.
So pour us a vodka, let’s start some jive.
Come, look at the stars with me again,
you better don’t kiss Abel, take Cain.
Or, wait, that’s far too nice …
I now better go to get me some ice.
Remember?

Nocturnal sounds dripping from foreign windows,
a laugh, a yell, some fancy jazzy tune.
The soundtrack to our hidden dates
under this sarcastically grinning moon

Still love your thirsty lips,
still love your secret trips,
still love to touch your naked mind,
still love to touch ya folded blind.
Still love to walk you through the night.
Still love to kiss you after a fundamental fight.

Nocturnal sounds dripping from foreign windows,
a laugh, a yell, some fancy jazzy tune.
The soundtrack to our hidden dates
under this sarcastically grinning moon.