When my love complained, every word --
a breath on my last dandelion
and so lovers will leave and their tears --
souvenirs for the very first time
I searched the world reluctant --
to find a lover enthusiastic
speak to me barely if at all
When I was a boy, funny things --
water wings kept you confident
a belly of wine, similar -- to keep yourself indifferent
And I scraped the bargain basement --
bought a lover less than fantastic
spoke to me barely if at all
Taste perfume that burns my throat --
and i am free of envelope
squeeze an instant out of me
And she placed a hand between our lips --
how could anything be so precious
she kissed me barely if at all
And she, with her hand between our lips --
gave me what we now have in common
she left me barely if at all