I want to see you
in my dreams
tonight and
sleep close to you
until the morning light
I want to walk with you
by a rushing Virginia stream
in the Blue Ridge Mountains
let's make that scene
maybe tonight you'll
wear midnight red lipstick
and sheer stockings
with black seems
-but that's secretly-
I want to hold you
in my arms
and shut off
the morning clock's alarm
seven's too early
eleven is too late
if we're up by ten
we can breakfast
and in just enough time
be out the
white fenced gate
while making plans
for our evening date
I want to dance with you
under the stars
-but that's later on-
right now
I want to
sit cozy beside you
in a
wood paneled bar
in Boston
drinking Sierra Nevada
amber beer
with good friends and
lots of good cheer

the apache kid