the 16 in us all

you smell like booze and an awkward morning after omelette
throw me the Choxie and unmentionable phone conversations
the flirt stops here!
there's a greater papillon than the one you know
waiting to land on you untamed hand
sixty two years demand kisses with mulders in speedos
and all those files marked 'X'
your band name's horrific but I'll tell you it's terrific
because you're my friend and you buy me camouflage trench coats