Tulsa

I'd like to know you naked
so I could better understand you dressed
Clothes get between us
Hiding what's behind your eyes and mine
I ask you where you're from
You say Tulsa, what's in that?
Tulsa's oil wells and money to me
Growing up and broken hearts to you
How could I understand, and so
we have a drink, never finding us

I'd like to take you home, slowly take off
all your clothes and Tulsa
The blouse is too expensive
your jeans too plain, your underwear all silk
They hide from me the one who cries
at sappy songs and loves old dogs
Take off my shirt and jeans, but slowly
They're not made as well as I
They speak of other times, other places
Nothing of the man that's me

I'll hold you close, we'll make love
Take the long way, twice around the park
to drift asleep, tangled arms and legs
listening to our rhythms rise and fall
Sounded out in quiet breaths, gentle murmurs
touching, always touching
When we wake, I'll know the perfume
of your smells and tastes and you'll know mine
Cautions gone, the gentleness behind our eyes
A gift we've given, each to each

So I'd like to know you naked
Then I'll understand your clothes and Tulsa
We'll have fallen through each other's eyes
I'll see your world as you'll see mine
Conceiveing how this girl became a woman
how this boy became a man
The road map of our undressed selves
spread across the sheets and studied
The lines from here to Tulsa and beyond
a myriad of known routes to share