Parallel Horizontal

Make up is staining the pillow I move close closer still and Still the dream never shifts A long gone love never threatening Or I would be letting him Tug t-shirt and lift He's crazy and hazy Off in a daze, it's true I try not to mind But inside I'm shouting What's it about this time? My head in such such a muddle Wanting so much to cuddle Up like cutlery Two spoons cupped close close together Listening out at the weather Hot and buttery He's toothy and goofy Acting aloof, it's true I try not to mind But inside I'm shouting What's it about this time? I move to touch his open hand I wonder if he'll understand Parallel horizontal He turns away upon his side Has our affection run so dry Parallel horizontal Make up is staining the pillow I move close closer still and Still the dream never shifts A long gone love never threatening Or I would be letting him Tug t-shirt and lift Lucidly elusive Sometimes abtruse, it's true I try not to mind But inside I'm shouting What's it about this time? But inside I'm shouting What's it about this time? Doo doo doo . . . Parallel Horizontal . . . Parallel . . .