From the recording As the Crow flies
Itching elbows and coughing desires
The room is filled with sexual tension.
Stuffed to the corners with possibilities.
He talks to her with warm salutations
And all the respect a human being deserves.
But thinks about licking her thighs
with warm affection,
touching her curves with gentility.
She touches him deep somewhere
in the groin and in the mind.
He knows circumstances as they are
make these things into a certain impossibility,
so he channels it into a box.
The passion of what could be squeezed
and strained and filtered into a passion that is.
Desire is not the end all for him.
Desire is the color on a gray canvas for him.
Every particulate she has to offer is for him.
As another evening concludes, he walks her to her car.
And bids her a friendly goodbye.
So she goes to her home where commitment waits for her.
He goes back into his to soak up what’s left of her in his sacred space.