Like It Was Our Last

Even when we grow old hair the color of tombstones and bones that sound like wet windshield wipers as we slow dance across the living room i will still make love to you. Like it is our last night on this earth. when our love fills the air like blunt smoke from the joints we rolled our first night And that night we didn't just make love, we made life. life wasn't too much worth living until i peered into the the eyes of my first born child and i thought wow. i will add this to the list of things in this world i find most beautiful: my mother's smile, the eyes of our child, you on our wedding night. and that night was glorious so we danced... like it was our last lasting as long as the music before it dies but our love never will. so when we grow old, hair the color of tombstones, bones that sound like wet windshield wipers whenever we slow dance across the living room, i will still love you like it is our last night on this earth and when our millions of children roam the earth, when the dust from our bones are gone and our names forgotten, Ill be glad knowing it was our last.