Jos and Joxi

like an apple on a tree
hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
but you picked me
like a shell upon a beach
just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
but you picked me,
yeah you picked me

so softly,
rain against the windows
and the strong coffee
warming up my fingers
in this fisherman's house
you got me,
searched the sand
and climbed the tree
and brought me back down