SteamThe heat and humidity here in this cafe this almost-September-night take me back to days of carefree laughter happiness South Carolina pickup truck a man named Cooter lazy nights of sunsets stories the folks drinking on the porch whitewashed the sweet green of the lawn I lay upon My love I couldn't tell you with all the words I know the power of this memory my hands are shaking now as if you touched me pulled me out of my father's arms like time like sorrow did If you really want to know me look at me tonight my eyes reflect the moments that boil inside my soul Watch carefully my love for soon I shall be steam |
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