Open door
In sun pours
Feel the breez
eAnd I'm almost asleep
A woman I've come to obey
,Nay, respect
A feeling I thought I'd left
On an oak-shaded saltillo doorstep
Slowly sinking into silky white
While half-drawn curtains shield fleeting light

Electric jazz and static stays
And I replay a warm womb for days and days
If we didn't become frozen in placeI'd be completely amazed.
I concentrate on the nose on your face
And in the comfort of an isolated case
I take solace in the fact
That a laugh
Warrants last place.