I was trying to remember
What it was like to fall in love
I was lying here looking
Ogling at that turquoise top
Staring at that flash of flesh, Gilgamesh
Was I confusing
Was I abusing
Abusing lust, lust with love
And then I remembered
Remembered that Sunday morning
Flight lands and arrives, landing with nowhere to go
I was just in place, some place, anyplace
Wandering, in love, in love with a big grin
OK so we’d made love some time earlier
And that was some, that was some intoxication
Still, even with intoxication
This was some other sort of touching
Another sort of touching
Touching that caught
Caught, captured in rapture
On a rapturous Sunday morning
The purple haze had descended
My mended mind remembered
Every touch, every stroke
Every word we spoke
Spoke throughout the night
Spoke way on into the morning
Way on into the morning
And when we rose for the sunrise
To skip along the sands
In nothing more than our bare feet
Nothing more than our love
Our kissing
Kissing, kissing, sweet kissing sunrise
Sunrise that burnt off the hazy night descended
My mended mind remembered
Sitting by the ebb tide
Feeling for toes, toes toasting in the sunlight
Feeling another sort of touching
Another sort of touching
Was I touching
Was I touching love
Or is my memory fed
Bled
Bled dry
Dry with lust
Not Love
