we can't ever agree on this
you and I . . .
let's dance
leaving the ghosts of what we know
to sip our warm watery scotch
we'll lose our spite inside a song
the pulse of drums and pounding hearts
swing our hips on common ground
let's leave our piece of cake that's crumbled
reminiscent fallen ash
there's nothing left upon this table
that will not be the trash at dawn
Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 12:23 PM UTC
we can't ever agree on this
you and I . . .
let's dance
leaving the ghosts of what we know
to sip our warm watery scotch
we'll lose our spite inside a song
the pulse of drums and pounding hearts
swing our hips on common ground
let's leave our piece of cake that's crumbled
reminiscent fallen ash
there's nothing left upon this table
that will not be the trash at dawn
Wrote this after watching (spying on) a couple at a wedding reception (not the bride and groom). Wonder if they're still together?
Copyright 2005 JB Marshall