I Poured You Copious Amounts Of Wine


I poured you copious amounts of wine

Frank was singing ‘The Lady Is A Tramp’

We danced & I sent you home in a taxi

Your dreams ended up being quite damp

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You Tell Me You’re Tired

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You tell me you’re tired

& don’t want to put on that dress

There’s so much to do

That your mind is a mess

But I’ve made arrangements

& the kids will be away

Tonight is only for us

Let me take away the day

Dinner is almost ready

Take this wine to the shower

I’ll put on your favorite waltz

We’ll dance into the latest hours

*previously published on former blog

Speeding Through Green Lights

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Speeding through green lights
Welcoming the rites of Spring
A warm day to rise & smile
Walk softly & listen to the birds sing
A fiddle & bagpipes call out
Traits of hope & smiles in the air
Release the frustration of Winter
Be free; dance out in your underwear
Feel the heat of the morning sun
Pour yourself an early glass of wine
Stretch out with a wink for me
Bare skin kissed by the glorious sunshine

Last Night She Wore Garters

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Last night she wore garters
In spite of our fates, we were free
I brought wine redder than her lips
Wearing only a crucifix & a church key
We were intoxicatingly in love
I’ve sailed all the seas, always to return
There’s no other to own my heart
She’s the only one for whom I’ll ever yearn

Waking Up, Smelling Of Love

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Waking up, smelling of love
Sore & stiff from our imaginations
A late night of enlightened feelings
Letting moans be our primal narration
Accompanied by jazzy tones & chilled wine
Perfect decorations for our eternal passions
By any mean necessary to ensure
That our mutual desire never goes our of fashion

We Exist In A Fortuitous Moment

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We exist in a fortuitous moment
Together in a summery field
Sipping delightful wines
Writing verse on our intercollegiate yields
They want us to come in from the cold
But I’m not concerned about their rules
I’d rather remain isolated with you
Bosh to their arbitrary ordinances to reign in fools

Wrong Way Down A Slanted Street

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Wrong way down a slanted street
Each step is a new kind of burn
Through the low, sloping trees
The Coit Tower for which I yearn
Thirty-Seven years through this life
With only a dream left to cling
Watched your best girl leave you
She wanted far more than a ring
Your Eden never bore fruit
Only possessing a barren vine
Taking off for Occidental today
Toss away this dying, rancid wine
Know there’ll be sun tomorrow
The City will only cause you to spoil
Remove yourself from endless poison
Toil in warm & encouraging soil

It’s A Nondescript Alcove

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It’s a nondescript alcove
A humble place I can journal my deepest thoughts
I can write of my secret crushes & fond lovers
Decrypting moods of soul’s who cannot be bought
I’ll scribble away without any pressure to perform
These jottings belong to me; they’re only mine
Tomes dedicated to the craft of confession
A postscript punctuated with a toast of red wine

I’m Not Your Reluctant Hero

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I’m not your reluctant hero
I’m nothing along those lines
Don’t think so highly of a fool
With your lips crumbling into your wine
Please don’t raise me up to be much
I’m not what you see with your eyes
A figment of an imagination’s dream
I’m lost within these warm Florida skies