Couple things on my mind.

 The ghostly sing song
Of the children playing double Dutch.
I felt the wind come through the window
I felt it turn around and switch back.
In a second story room
In Jamaica, Queens 
Your hair was dripping wet
Your skin was clean. 
And the children skipping rope 
Tripled their speed,
 
You were all I’d ever wanted,
You were all I’d ever need.
 
In New York City, in the middle of July 
The air was heavy and wet. 
The air was heavy, your body was heavy on mine.
I will know who you are yet,
I will know who you are yet.
 
 
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All night long,
You giggle and scream. 
Your brown eyes,
Deeper than a dream. 
I am not gonna lose you,
We are gonna stay married,
In this house – like a Louisiana graveyard
Where nothing stays buried.