TONI AND ME
(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)
The most we ever shared was a boozy camaraderie,
and that not-too frequently.
It's not that we weren't quite frequently drunk,
my new friend Toni and me.
oh, quite the contrary.
Occasionally, that good-natured high-spiritedness
sent us soaring to the upper reaches of joy,
that came to us naked, a belly-kissed nirvana,
happy to goose-bumped nipples and slick-slack balls.
Every so often, she'd press her breasts against me,
every so often, she'd pull me close and breathe
kisses liquid lashing 'til our nostrils grew green
and the laughter turned to pee, tickled to death to be so happy,
Toni and me.
She's the kind of woman where every man she meets
tells her just what she needs.
She's embarrassed to be by herself, I tell her, Let's take off our clothes,
all except the garter, take a deep swallow of water, daughter,
be naked with me tonight, it's alright.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)
She's the kind of girl you wish would never go home,
makes you so alone to be with her.
Whither thou go, I shall follow
shadow, sequin, merlot.
Every so often, she'd press her breasts against me,
every so often, she'd pull me close and breathe
kisses liquid lashing 'til our nostrils grew green
and the laughter turned to pee, tickled to death to be so happy,
Toni and me.
Copyright 1993, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.
