has to be hott

" the water has to be hott
to make bubbles rise
the water has to be hott"

mocking instructions on the
pink plastic bottle in his soapy grip
slips and crashes to the cold tiles
where his pride dangles between his strewn
belt buckle and jeans.

tom jones'a barratone like air raid syrens
"reeeeeeeeeeeeeeetreat!"
the steady beat of the drums perfect for
extinguishing candles littered around her apartment.

his fingers delve into the empty bath,
the lapping water echos against the porcelan
against the empty bathroom
against the empty apartment.


the water is luke warm
and won't get hott
his woman is late
and he won't rise.

we dance in the kitchen

the thought crossed my mind
once or twice
oh, the thoughts run 'round upstairs
while i'm pouring my tea,
driving my car
sleeping alone.

thoughts of the her mahogony eyes
round and rough
oh, her eyes run 'round my body
when she sits close to me
gives me back rubs
kisses another man.


thoughts of her funky laugh
the inhalin and ex
oh, her laugh catches fire
when she giggles in my ear
cooks me dinner
lays on his bed


thoughs of dancing in the kitchen
one step two time
oh, her body dances all the time
oh, her body dances all the time
while i'm pouring my tea,
driving my car
dancing alone.