In the Mood

[couchgrouch]

In the MoodCome home after baking my back in the suntwelve hours of drilling Oklahoma crudeher auburn hair meets my eyes on the porchone silky touch in the doorway and I'm in the moodwhen she happy she's more than beautifulwhen she's mad she can't help it but she's cuteshe'll come in from the rain in a thin cotton dressyell till she laughs cos one look and I'm in the moodit was two for Tuesday on that oldies stationwe drove on not knowing our destinationtill they played Something and Hey Judeour desires sang 'neath the winking starlightsomehow even the sky knew it was our nightsince the magic of those songs I've been in the moodthere are times this hard life gets to meI sit alone on my back steps and brood but she'll slip her hands inside my shirther fingers kiss my chest and I'm in the moodthough nothing's softer than the dance of loverssometimes the softest dance is just holding each otherwith ev'ry kiss a slice of passion fruitbarefoot in the backyard some nights we can hear itsongs from long ago caressing our spiritsand we dance across time till we're in the mood(c)2005 Robert George