Wednesday, November 23, 2011

It Ain't Ragtime It's Blues

His Smell Lingers In The Sheets In The Days Since He Left
Not Even The Spilled Red And Christmas Candles Drowns It
You Don't Speak These Words Though It Love And Theft
With Evidence Buried In An Embrace And I'll Acquit

For I Know Of Returns That Give Strength To His Scent
And A Searched Tie That Was Hidden Under A Sheet
So There Is Reason Behind The Morning Text You Sent
We Both Need Other Reasons For A Daytime Meet

Them Glossy Pages Had You Going Backwards
Taking Back What You Were So Keen To Give Away
But A Few Confident Words And You Greet Him With Awards
Then You Can Just Hope This Time He'll Stay

CK

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