i like a bass line that
crawls all over your skin
and covers you up like
a melody
i like a hot june night and
too much single malt scotch
i'm too good at
spending too much time
making stupid
little graphics and
tossing poems at you
that kind of smell like
mcclelland's
i'm looking for the missing
space where you respond
of course
i am still looking for that world
where you are naked and hovering
where you are tense and you
release
because i want you to enjoy
the excitement of mid-life glamour
and because i want to be with you
and because
you are all that is needed
on a hot june night
where the frogs are
the theme music