headboard sounds
here are the best dinner table smiles
to fight off our own thoughts.
and with hints of wine,
i can recall the smell of july sweat and scandals
and rainwater tracing down the windows
bearing old song titles on the radio.
there was a time and a place
and we never chose the right ones
with my hand on your belt
and my fingers down the front
into the hair, to take your breath away.
it was so fashionable to call it love.
the hot sheets meant a death for every summer
and these soaked clothes are all we have left.
to prove we were ever there.
so tonight i raise my glass
as we laugh for old times sake
staring into the eyes
by the memories of naked and nothing
screaming at the pleasure
with my hands over your mouth and headboard sounds.
we were just kids confused.
i mailed your letters to hell.
to fight off our own thoughts.
and with hints of wine,
i can recall the smell of july sweat and scandals
and rainwater tracing down the windows
bearing old song titles on the radio.
there was a time and a place
and we never chose the right ones
with my hand on your belt
and my fingers down the front
into the hair, to take your breath away.
it was so fashionable to call it love.
the hot sheets meant a death for every summer
and these soaked clothes are all we have left.
to prove we were ever there.
so tonight i raise my glass
as we laugh for old times sake
staring into the eyes
by the memories of naked and nothing
screaming at the pleasure
with my hands over your mouth and headboard sounds.
we were just kids confused.
i mailed your letters to hell.