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In The Woods

from Squirt, Rubber Heart by Al Duvall

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Spring is in the air, air is in the mattress
Camping in a spot so picturesque
Just a hidden square somewhere on the atlas
At last we meet beyond the office desk
Can our passions be intense as they seem?
I wonder if it’s only just a dream

If we fall in love in the woods and no one hears us
Are we really making love?
How can I know this is real without a witness
To our lewd displays of physical fitness?
For I’ve seen this scene in my imagination
From all angles and above
Is this just a case of déjà vu?
Can’t tell if your dress is beige or blue
It’s too dark- is this fantasia true?
How I wish a boy scout was snapping with his Brownie
If we fall in love in the woods and no one hears us-
Are we really making love?

I’m as giddy as- as an alcoholic
Opening his second fifth of rye
Like the fit he has, our bucolic frolic
Lying in the wood, has made me high
It must be the wafting scent of turpentine
Oh my wood nymph, please be naughty and I’ll pine

If we fall in love in the woods and no one hears us
Are we really making love?
Not a soul to view our ardor in the arbor
Though I guess it would be harder in the harbor
There is no one to corroborate my story
But the hare and turtledove
If there’s no one banging on the wall
If your ma’s not sobbing in her shawl
How can I tell I’ve done well at all?
If we fall in love in the woods and no one hears us-
Are we really making love?

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from Squirt, Rubber Heart, released June 1, 2011

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