In a moment fogs rolls in
And the sunset I rushed out
The door and ran to catch
The 38 rapid tricked us
A thick mist not unlike the
Steam which hid us from the
Voyeur eyes fogging those
Stained glass tiles in your shower
Where I tasted suds against
Your bare skin
When I couldn’t stop myself
Kissing you
And I couldn’t stop myself
Laughing at your drops
So thank you to the fog
And to the steam and to
Your bedroom walls
For that little Eden
That we could find in
Booths at karaoke nights
So I’m not upset
When the sun disappears
And I know if I paddle hard enough
I can catch you on the other side
Of the break
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