'If I Were But Your Love'
and not this nameless
immaculate she
oh how I would stalk you
gorgeous lonesome dove
till you boarded that train
to Yuma
my eyes would be the huntress
your own could not long leave
my intent would be brazen
and cupid as a favor to me
would pierce your
masculine heart mightily
no questions nor certainty of
another
would revolve in your
matador's mind
just a fine misty red haze
of desire for my particular touch
and red cloth
my hypnotic gaze
would tantalize you into an utterly
smitten man
you'd vaguely ponder beloved rare
woman
just who is she again
she's nobody I'd whisper
with my lips lightly touching yours
for tonight I'm your loveliest love and sin
so come languish with me
my darling as this train
takes its due course
atop the mountain tops of forever
and back again
for now I'm yours..............
(Aug. 31, 2011 908pm)