her song’s the only one
that you wouldn’t dare sing along to
a voice like the sun, a light
you let wash every part of you
away


bodies are warm sand dunes
she’s sinking into your slope
and every grain of you will
have her without any hope
of time standing still


you’ve got no will to say it like it is
but your limited by a temporary thing
and you take, take her as she comes
like a wind, like a drug
a temporary thing
just for now


holding on for the sake of
holding onto the shape
of her movements like whispered rays
burning through winter
to land soft on your face kissing your cheek.


whenever she speaks, she tells it like it is
and you’re comforted by a temporary thing
you take, take her as she comes
like a wind, like a drug
a temporary thing
just for now