Golden Afternoon (Variation)

Barefoot on the warm wood floor Sunlight turning dust to gold Something simmering on the stove A Saturday that won't be told Just lived — just felt The bass came in before I noticed My hips already knew Didn't ask for this Didn't have to Golden afternoon Nothing needs to happen now The rhythm found my body And my body figured out the how Golden afternoon Slow and warm and mine The kind of moment nobody designed Wooden spoon against the pot Keeps the time I didn't set Window open, someone's garden Smells like something I forget The name of — doesn't matter Shoulders dropped an hour ago My kitchen is a dance floor For an audience of no one that I know Didn't ask for this Didn't have to Golden afternoon Nothing needs to happen now The rhythm found my body And my body figured out the how Golden afternoon Slow and warm and mine The kind of moment nobody designed Some days just arrive like this Already warm, already sweet You just have to be the one Who doesn't leave Golden afternoon Nothing to do Nothing to do