punched
bowl filled with fuzzy navel
i
fill your cup with a ladle
the
dance d.j. plays a slow song
cup
between as we sway along
i
look into your eyes and see
a
slight buzz and your love for me
a
couple in love that’s on display
my
recent book published today
and
no one at this party knows
the
lost and found has had my soul
which
you retrieved, gave back to me
a
stray dog leashed and yet set free
content
with colors in your eyes
no
sacrifice or compromise
i
sing of solace and serene
you
eyes landscaped with fields of green
red
solo cup that i refill
i
hand to you in hopes you will
never
read my most recent book
even
i will never re-look
for
you have erased every word
blank
pages now cannot be heard
as
i write now without a past
about
a love that’s come at last
and
years that filled my yesterdays
upon
the dark streets of decay
become
a haze, untraveled maze
where
i no longer wish to graze
as
long as you are in my arms
and
i am lucky in your charms
i’m
still me but i’m with you
so
envied by the chosen few
even
if i wake hung-over
the
dark streets of decay are over
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