The Way Monastic
walking dirty city streets in worn out shoes
embracing a life erotic
i want to lay hands on you
sipping a bourbon, perhaps even two
giving up my ways monastic
walking dirty city streets in worn out shoes
brooding intensely of what next to do
sharing no emotion, playing the stoic
i want to lay hands on you
a friendship? a tryst? something totally new?
hopeful for an ending less comic, less tragic
walking dirty city streets in worn out shoes
more bourbon? more flowers? some chocolate fondue?
poetry less morbid, more romantic
i want to lay hands on you
searching, yearning, pining for the Truth
and your hands around your fiddle and bow, fantastic!
walking dirty city streets in worn out shoes
i want to lay hands on you
fprm
(c) 10-7-07
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