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Two Can Dine

I dreamt last night that we were sipping wine
That you climbed for me up the grape vine
My hair a mess and fingers entwined
Plans for brunch at two-can-dine

You planted kisses on my feet
Like little candies, sticky sweet
Semi smiles beneath the sheet
Laughs were heard across the street

Everything was out of place
I wasn't even hard to chase
You ripped too easily through the lace
But I couldn't say no to that face

I felt a raw chunk of emotion
Didn't care about love's devotion
Hollow heart and heated motion
Was the abyss of the ocean

Two-can-dine and two can lie
So we both thought of an alibi
You sucked the flower 'til it ran dry
I never wished to say good-bye

But you left to go back to your lover
Of course I knew you had another
So I crawled home to my mother
Took three days for me to recover

I wish you'd appear every night
In my mind as I shut the light
Then one day, I just might
See your real face in the daylight

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