dauntless sun

i’m on the run

from daylight and its beings

 

physics tests

are at rest

 

all my words

are off my chest

but i still don’t know

 

win, place or show

i found ozzy on a jukebox

order half a dozen shots

and finish them before

the end of the song

 

time to move along

jenny’s hammering my phone

time to get myself home

cell towers won’t let me roam

 

there will be disciplinary action

equations without a subtraction

and the thought of it makes me smile

 

i pick up my pace on the final mile

 

open the door to what use to be my place

jenny is waiting with that look on her face

i move quickly into her hot embrace

 

they say that time cannot erase

only add to

but jenny can do what time can’t

and as we rest among the pant

i write while i recite

words that only cause delight,

 

“my fingers traced your velvet face

and tangled in your midnight hair

then roamed across your body’s grace

that you had clothed with subtle flair

 

your mouth had opened to my kiss

just like a rose within full bloom

my eyes had closed within this bliss

but darkness is a broken loom

 

that cannot weave the tranquil flow

of earthen eyes and desert skies

or your soft skin as white as snow

from a winter where nothing dies

 

the passion built beyond restraint

and you were lying by my side

from missionary to a saint

the heavens seemed to open wide

 

and morning brought a soft caress

with silence broken by a sigh

where cream and sugar were a guess

and all my hopes were riding high

 

that like the fading stars above

which only come out with the night

the same would not be with our love

invisible within the light”

 

and so the kiss begins again

intoxication of the skin

the sun begins its harsh ascent

another day that will be spent

asleep with jenny in my arms

for dinner we’ll have lucky charms

cause that will be our breakfast time

where jenny is the perfect rhyme

and though sometimes i hit the streets

the sun will not produce the heat

that comes from holding  jenny’s hand

upon the beach on empty sand

where we’ve been caught a time or two

by doing things within full view

 

or at a bar with stars afar

the singer sings with his guitar

while other men ask her to dance

they only get a passing glance

and uses them to conspire

embers that become a fire

with her hand upon my thigh

and somehow looks in just one eye

i nickname her “my kryptonite”

she wins the war without a fight

flames consume me as i die

and all i ever do is sigh

 

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