blue moon, she drank at noon
in the saloon
with a singsong croon
and really was quite frank
'I love us
in the sun
and love us
in the long-run
but boy,
you can be
such a toy
when you want to be'
she sips an ice cold one
really quite bold, her love
never gets old
(she so loves his lips)
and then more sips:
'I always loved us
in the sun
and I always loved us
in the long-run
but god
you really can be a dog
from time to time'
She sits back, and smiles
(they go back miles)
and that's a fact,
love never failed
but been blowing at the embers
and that's the fact, 'yes,'
she says, 'I loved you in the summer
when you were near swallowed in the dust
and I loved you in the winter
when you were near drowned in lust,
but boy,
my love has run dry,
come replenish me,
if you want another try."
(12th February 2014)
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Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
