Feeling The Touch

Saturday means the world to people like us
Blue jeans and t-shirts, like modern day
Roman Antioch’s fighting to the death with Crete
Over emails and papers and memos and nothing
Sunday mornings became time for dreaming

“How was your girl last night?”
Well Bill, she was fucking amazing
But the rain came down and canceled it all
So I watched television signals all night
And went to sleep early in preparation
For dreaming – the sex would be on fire
If not for the rain