When we love it’s sultry and just
Filled with buckshot winches and lust
When we tense-up like red-hot steel
We both melt wondering if this isn’t real.
But what if it wasn’t would it matter
Because how long can we patter
To each other without being false
So, you’d like me to stay and waltz.
But whatever I’m not here forever
Look overhead its changeable weather
But whatever I’m not here forever
Ok like you say its fair weather.
But even I am a changeable fellow
But even when we love I think
Ok right now it’s time to rethink
But even then I’m like jello
In your opal open hands girl.
Oh when we love it’s sultry and just
Filled with buckshot winches and lust
When we tense-up like red-hot steel
We both melt wondering if this isn’t real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem