Sneaking in the underbelly of my heart
Accessing worlds untold, my narrow soul
Revolving around unquenchable dreams
All the while you lie next to me
Sexy women passing by wave and shake, but
Are not as beautiful as you wearing that
Red t-shirt and those little black shorts
Asking me about my day, with open ears and arms.
Sara sometimes dances
After she eats too much sugar
Rearing her head back in laughter
Arranging me between
Her and the rest of our lives.
After awhile, we fall
Bouncing our bodies
Every which way,
Gyrating to the ground
Growling and shrieking
Even though we know
Responsibility waits at the door.