Picking up the pieces
of broken glass from the nite before....
Loud music was booming as
guest danced, drank, and
broke the glass.
We enjoyed stories and jokes,
bones, Jack, and Mary....
At the door was a lady with no invitation,
my hesitation became elevation
as lenses were locked in a lustful stare....
Refilling drinks for delegates
when I dropped on sofa's soft
and there she was
basking in the light...
So unfamiliar to shadow's glow
my heart started racing, knees started shaking
and Jack jumped to the ground,
from the clutches of sweaty palms.
Yet she grabbed me and held me close;
whispered lullabies which
led to my knowledge of how late it had gotten...
Oh, this party, its dropped, over, forgotten!!
When passion points it's place
in my direction; I intercept
with inflection, rising to occasions
so this liaison between me and you
will be heavenly. Do you know
of seven seas split; a rift
that water falls over; can you
feel that clover on your spine
as we whip, jerk, and wine
for so many hours at a time.....
Is that how the glass got broken?
Was it from gates that were open,
hopin' for stroken' as positions
were stolen and the only thing on your mind was
I don't remember,
can't really recall
but the glass is broken
and I had a ball