You are my special love in passing,
My fantasy bond for times alone.
You'll never know my lips,
But our eyes have met
And said more than most eyes ever say.
We know, love,
Though we'll probably never tell
Even one another.
But I told myself
And somehow I know you told yourself
That you are my special love in passing.


I studied your lips and legs
Know your pain and longing,
Wondered about your breasts
And the sounds you'd make in love.
I'll never know--you'll never know--
But we already know
More than most ever know.
So I'll take you away to secret places,
Call to you with only waves to hear,
Or the darkness of a California sky,
That you are my special love in passing.



By James Kavanaugh -- From Sunshine Days and Foggy Nights