October 2009
73 posts
Maybe you’d be kidnapped by pirates
And they would take you to their hideout
As pirates often do
But I’d find the secret map
And I would vigilante-bushwhack
Through the jungles of Peru
Just to save you
and I’d take you north to Mexico
Where you would tell me your life story on the steps of a Mayan temple
Where we’d camp singing nonsense songs in 12 bars to the jaguars, until you’d sense me
Your eyes convincing, and I would kiss you like a hero in the half-light
Dryer sheets and peach shampoo, the smell of palm leaves, I’d sleep against you
Until the natives found us, but they would crown us king and queen
And we could stay there, spend our days there, eating guava by the sea
And I could understand your views and you could fall in love with me
When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other.