Chrissietwo

You face the zone, somewhere far from ecstasy, tells me all I know, steeped away in time, the daily political commentary, your life combines with mine, your neck smooth as chrome, when the torso pulls free, help me test your bones, on Sunday's drink wine, and you my lover freeze, love in this turbulent clime, take life's fine tooth comb, dance like a honey bee, not the smell of scorn, or a house down the line, the bottom of the cone, laughter's not a crime, as our bodies list and groan, let us go carefree, angels coming home, watching morning TV.