the taco truck

want to eat my fruit with you,
you hand deep in sours and caramel
we take the opposite flights like in that movie we loved
(it's just a dream i have often)
want to hear the velvet in your voice
your breath peeling off the fullest lips 
perverted, thoughtful and poking fun at me
(it's just a dream i have often)
stacks of film
stacks of decks 
i want my blood back
(it's just a dream i have often)
there was a call
desperate and pleading 
"i can't live without you"
(it's just a dream i have often)