down along the creek
i remember something
her, the heron hurried away
when first i breeched that last sunday
low moon don the yellow road
i remember something
that leaving wasn’t easing all that heaving in my vines
and as certain it is evening ‘at is NOW is not the Time
toiling with your blood
i remember something
in B, un-rationed kissing on a night second to last
finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass
and oh, i know it felt right and i had you in my grasp
oh then, how we gonna cry?
cause it once might not mean something?
love, a second glance it is not something that we’ll need
honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
but all I’m trying to do is get my feet out from the crease
and I’ll see you
turn around you’re my A team
turn around, now you’re my A team
God Damn turn around now, you’re my A team