Song of Songs – extract 480 – work in progress

I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see
The smooth, simple softball kind of guy
Gentle spirit, cool and calm, serene
Fixated on the ballad, the quiet rain
An unassuming young woman, hoping
To find a stable resting place
Within the tumultuous chaotic sea
Of humanity drifting through a night
Searching for success, the favor
Of attraction, the sweet melody
Romance instilled within a song
Delights of a home bound sort
Dinner served, clothes washed
Beds made and only rarely mussed
By the forces of a passion deliberately
Avoided as being too difficult to
Withstand and absorb, proving
The truth that our needs are best met
By stability, a sense of the dull
Revealed in a lack of disturbing
Passions; the dull grey habits
Of days droning along, a cup of tea
A mismatched bowl game, friends
Dropping by for a chat and a beer
Even church on Sunday in violent
Opposition to the devil play of rock
No tattoos, no piercing, no challenges
To the basic social norms, quiet
Going gentle into that good night

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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