When the years paint lines on our faces
And time peppers our hair
We’ll weave our boney, worn fingers
Like baskets
And remember
Diamond moments
Times dangling from your lips
And nights we drove through the stars
With the pedal on the floor;
Testing angels
And passionate nights
When love-tainted sweat soaked us both
And we wrestled, with our lips, to savage each others hearts
We’ll talk of how the years flew by
And kiss sweetly
With stars still in our eyes*