Mandolin Wind

In a whisper of want You arrive Smelling of summertime And a well oiled baseball mit Apologetic for appearing too thin And hungry for leftover affection To fatten you up We like to talk in dimly lit rooms Where faults cast little shadows Safely snuggled in giggles And good songs from the seventies You love the smell of berries And oranges I love that you love my dog What is missing is nothing Everything is cleared away Like a skilled secretary filing Menial memos Rearranging the scheduled appointments As to allot you time Anytime We are kind to our friendship It suits us well Warm in the tender truth That we share no lies And are calmed by midnight skies I wish I knew how to play the mandolin I'd gladly strum you to sleep For now I smile the smile That is meant for only you And blow a kiss on the mandolin wind