thin sliced
I never knew youor how you looked in mixed up shadows
choppy light through window shades
I never soaked you in --
just me watching you toss your shower towel to the floor
I never knew you
and the hundreds of girls you told me about
What kind of phantom did you make
stumbling at dawn a dancing drowsy shuffle back to bed
what kind of love is that?
You laughed and wondered what I would think
if I ever knew you
what kind of love is that?
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