The stick

My friend come revel in this morning

warm and slow,

Cause you know the time will come when we must cling for life

or let go,

Will we hold tight when the tide it comes and sweeps us both away,

Do you think we'll sink or swim?

Fingers on skin, silk

I Hear those sweet soft things I'm sure you think,

Your head in my hands, a token now

Thoughts for me to carry around

I poured on way too much too soon

and now its set like glue,

Stuck tight, rock hard,

Stuck on you.

My friend come dance around reality tonight,

These liberties could crumble with emotion brought to light,

So we hide it from the world

in this secret warm and lusty room,

it's so sacred, so surreal.

But in this damned silence I shrink

Hear the deep dark things I know you think,

Your head in your hands, broken now

Too heavy for me to carry around

Poured on way too much too soon

and now it's set like glue,

Stuck tight, rock hard

Stuck on you.

My friend come revel in this moment while it's here,

Held close and remembered always.