subordinate to love
yet whose lament regrets
having no significant shove
wonders he of the sights
along the road not taken
future better seen
in the palms of your hands shaken
nuance and notes
that make old wine fantastic
care not of bottle labels
snazzy bombastic
new is every sip
fermented in the heart
missed vineyards
reachable when lovers take part
snoop around, march around
make an awful fuss
when unsure backtracks leave
love scent in the rust
moving forward
hands can be in hands found
pissed away starvation
follows those who get around
do your dearest, dearest
lovely in the mood
life led astray
missing bones for good
tenderize me with your kisses
near my whispered ear
gone today along the way
that egos rightly fear
forward looking backward
plans we met that night
left others blind in dusty roads
missed us out of sight
when scoundrel made
you strayed fighting for your life
spit tonic sewer water
sacrificial wife
no road left we cannot walk
together every day
lead us be where we are going
must be on our way
fly fly velvet butterfly
make our lullaby
compensate us for the loss
that saved us from the lie
7-2-15
updated 12-8-17
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