Dinner at eight was a very good idea
in the rusty sunlight on the bank by LaVia,
waiting for you
Sitting up later when I'm older than these here hills
I'll grind my false teeth remembering how it feels,
what our bodies could do
But I was alive and the sun, it was sinking
me in love with beauty and you there drinking
when loving was new
Not that I had much to offer anyone then
not that anyone thought I'd ever try again,
Worth trying for you
Still, babies and bath water aren't a very good mix
mirror on your heart, rusty nail in my crucifix,
but you never were true
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