Don't tell me your name
Your face is enough for me
Here in the setting sun
Your bare back glistening with sweat
Hair hanging down
Cigarette upon your lips
You smile at me
As I sit here wearing a blanket
Basking in your glow
Don't ruin the moment
By talking about your job
Who you are
Or where you've been
All I need is your face
And maybe your favorite movie
But nothing more
Just your skin and voice
Will make this day complete
Written in June 2001
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