We were real hungry and half dead 
When you broke out half a loaf of sourdough bread. 
And in the tropical air the scent rose like a spirit. 
Moments of grace like this being wholly unmerited. ahh. 
We were newly alive and I felt your hand on my arm. 
I was awake to the sensation and immune from all harm. 
You pressed your soft cheek up against my gut. 
Pure gold. nothing but gold,
And I'm gonna bake you a nice coconut cream pie. 
'cause I saw the sky coming down to meet you