Every Future Touch

I remember most of the places
(I) can see most all their faces
And the way their eyes
Always Looked, just so.

They were skinny,
Some were ample
Others kind and those
Who trampled me,
Until I had to go

All infidels aside
I’m just a little late
I promise dear,
I’m missing you
And every future touch

She wouldn’t talk
Others would rattle;
One would hide me
Another would scatter
Whenever trouble came around

Not for want
Or fear of looking,
One could wash
I’d do the cooking
And hold fast to her
As we rambled through the night

All infidels aside
I’m more than a little late
I promise dear,
I’m missing you
And every future touch

© los grapadora 8-22-05