Palm Trees in Bolivia

I put a gun to your head

Your unafraid arms pull me back into bed,

Our pool full of money

Look’s kinds of funny

When we lye in it.

The room is spinning

Hungry kisses and wish fulfilling,

Our lives are boiling over and our love is spilling

Green little almonds, unblinking

What the fuck was I thinking?

I roll a note between my fingers and check your pulse

These emeralds from under the covers

Take everything…..

God speed and god send,

For Samson could not stand between us,

I am touching the lines of a song with my little finger.

As you sing along, your pretty songs

About our pretty wrongs

And the way we do them.

We give sharks our souls

And let them chew,

Our mouths are open

And our morals are skew.

We lye like rubble under each-other

After a breaking news story.

They pick us apart to uncover trapped life,

And often leave empty-handed

Yours,

Are my favorite eyes

They makes jealous the skies of their nautical color,

They make jokes of other men,

And put to bed my best intentions….