He sits back and looks in that easy sizing up way,
The pale-blue, cool-crisp linen dress approaches
His eyes begin bulging, stare grappling, trying to look away
She continues, the good, clean, well-washed, good-little-girl ready for a party
The neon sign pulsates rapidly with the beating of his heart
The skirt flutters sprightly on the tennis court
Before he hadn't wanted anything, but the hum of the motor, and the lull of the truck.
She traveled to the land of the flat-footed, billious, frog-sticker-toting Baptist biscuit eaters.
He'd roar down the long, bone-white road, straight as string and smooth as glass.
Before he hadn't wanted anything
Your will, wearing a pale-blue, cool-crisp linen dress, is my strength.
1 comment:
finally, i get to read this. I like the blue and red. I think you did a great job using Warren's words. Is "before he hadn't wanted anything" yours or his? It is like the first moment of desire spelled out in words. I like it. It works. - elmeer
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