The Penultimate Pleasures

Gaea

Spanish queen jester of my heart's intentions
Who's eyes are widowed black like the night in a cave
Spanish queen who walked away with my corona
And left me for the laffy taffy man
May age never dust its ash on your face
And may your smile never shorten
I'd like to say I didn't like you anyway but Spanish queen I haven't felt this enamored in a long time
Ive seen the way those jeans sit on your hips
And the way that orchid rest on your lips
And el torro in my mind still goes charging even after nailing the bannister
I have to grit my teeth when I see you because if
I saw you in anything else I'd have to close my eyes
Because it would cause the rigidity of my bones to deflate like a punctured zeppelin
And I'm all out of hot air
But not for long
I'll start breathing again when I don't see you in my dreams anymore
Tender was the night and tender were your eyes hanging like black pearls across the amber glow of merriment
Stranger to me but neighbor to my hearts desires
Come knock on the precipice of futurity so that I can correct the wrongs of the past
The company of your grin is as warm as it is intoxicating and I'm not even finished drinking yet