You can't sing harmony
If you hear the other voice.
We heard the crickets, the branches, the birds,
The cackling of distant beach fire get-togethers,
And somehow that was what we talked of
Disguised as love
Disguised as the feng shui in the neighborhood
And the proper way to feed a reptile greens.
It was cool out here, somehow,
Though the heat in the mist still hung heavy,
The breeze it made us forget each other
As we spoke.
There was something in the darkness,
In what we didn't hear,
Some rustling of limbs
That heard two voices,
Turned them into one.
