Sunday, December 15, 2013

Ode to Nanette

Gunslinger walk
Rough voice
Brash talk
She reminds me
Of me
Get her alone
Safe
In her comfort zone
You'll see the lines
Melt
Smiles sweetly
Talkin' about babies
All their future maybe's

It was on my worst day
She caught me off guard
Her voice dipped
To a husky growl
Eyes flashin'
Smile sparklin'
She told me of the day
She left
Him

There in our concrete cave
Our conversation becoming
A warrior chant around
Our invisible fire
It was sunny that day
But by the way we laughed
Somewhere
Someone
Felt our thunder
Felt our lightning

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