Song of Songs – extract 467 – work in progress

And if it expires, pray help from above
But he doesn’t recognize his own face
Leave the driving to us, it’s the real thing
A place they will never find
Pardon the way that I stare
Everything you do is so irresistible
Want to know the rest, buy the rights
Chopped down with the edge of my hand
Say man slap me a righteous five
Your throat is tight, you can’t breathe
Love shines in your eyes
The situation is out of control
Thighs and words and clouds of smoke
Confused my dreams, realized fantasies
Working ideas into the night, craving
Reasons to start over, take life afresh
Most of the time they’re sitting and dying at home
The turning point, the crux, the crisis
Choosing a direction to turn, resolution
cocking the gun, taking uncertain ends aims
Revolving in wonder, sparkling, clear
Lovely, the night was about to take shape
The conflicts unleashed, the troubles
Defined and developed and resolved
Tensions releasing in fits of discovery
Themes working and worked, in sequences
Repeating refrains as life’s lessons
Unfold, making time toward
The final fulfillment, the last song

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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