Song of Songs – extract 190 – work in progress

190
Mesmerized by his steel blue eyes
Or whatever color his eyes might have been
Hypnotized by the sound of his voice
Never capable of more than a growl
Musically, tattoo’d and pierced
In a way familiar to Delphi
No more handsome perhaps than she
Was beautiful, working hard enough
To pay her way home, to free her
From smack and pimps and johns
Get her back to a normal rebel life
Of whiskey, weed and rocky roll
The slow decay of a big city suburb
Far away from the plastic phony
Party in the desert, hotel rooms
A quick shakedown drunk, we should
We should, I’m serious, we should
Totally go to Texas You’d have
Everything you’ve ever wanted
Everything you’ve ever dreamed
The most fabulous object in the Universe
Come with me, be my partner
Music started, off she danced
In that hard core hippie style
Shaking it drinking it shaking it
Across the continent, needing somebody
Any body, She followed her urchin
To his mole hole in the fringe
Of the big Texas town

 

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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