104 Degrees Slaughter Beach, Dog

[Verse 1]
I saw her in a dream
Exiting the bookstore lobby
Sitting on a bench on Baltimore and reading Murakami
Slick with salt beneath the sun
Her hands now tying up her hair
One pair of deeply tinted shades reflects my unbelieving stare

And at once
I am taken

[Verse 2]
She asked me what I wanted
As if one ever really knew
And I said: "Dull domestication, free from pressure to pursue
Another love, another touch, another tired conversation"
And then she shut her novel sharply
And proposed a new location

And at once
I obliged

[Verse 3]
Details for a new protest adorn white printer-paper flyers
She says: "I feel so old admitting counter-culture makes me tired"
She leads me into the café
Her intention is exact
It is 104 degrees
She takes her coffee hot and black