Last Cards

slide across the ocean,
underneath the overalls of commotion,
gliding in slow motion,
like the drunk from an old potion,

watch her slather on the lotion,
from her feet, to where I shouldn't mention,
our eyes meet,
we talk without voices,

the pool, lastly, awaits us,
dripping drops,
like jewels from a diamond tree,
precious beads ride down her skin,

I am alive, there is no sin,
you find us at the height of our time,
in love and forgiven,
the past is dead, and darlin, we're livin.