Lines By The Pint (CXXX)
It's no small thing like the fold
Of a dress which suddenly speaks
Or a light switch from another world
But even by those kindly lights I see
Reaching deep inside the common face
Where language is mixed with nonsense
There's no limit to a foolish greed
And cosmetics can't hide a smart woman
And I wonder what my next beauty looks like
If we'll slap hands together and conjure glee
Till the sun rises roughly over our secrets
And the bed we’re in hears the music wrong.
It's no small thing like the fold
Of a dress which suddenly speaks
Or a light switch from another world
But even by those kindly lights I see
Reaching deep inside the common face
Where language is mixed with nonsense
There's no limit to a foolish greed
And cosmetics can't hide a smart woman
And I wonder what my next beauty looks like
If we'll slap hands together and conjure glee
Till the sun rises roughly over our secrets
And the bed we’re in hears the music wrong.
© 2014 Rob Schackne
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