2004-07-06 - DWM ISO F
Divorced white male
the worst might pale
such a lone wolf plight
such a lovely sight
lover of the night
tries to do it right
rising to the light
lies won't prosper, right?
flies get some in flight
be there, I won't bite
just a nibble
now and then
as you scribble
with your pen
take one day at a time
remove the worldly slime
it wouldn't be a crime
if you and I could climb
limbs and leaves
and shimmy trees
the ides of eves
and gimme' tease
leaf at morning
me so corny
I would want you back
but here's the matter o' fact
wanderlust and
now it's bustin'
break it down
and try to trust in
something I don't see
sometimes misery
is wanting company
but it's not so with me
I'm happy to be free
until the wind breathes through the trees
and intermingled with the breeze
the scent of cedar from the seas
should find a woman's form
and arching on the storm
so different from the norm
diminished guile and scorn
with etiquette and grace
respect for lover's space
and wild about the way
of lovers when at play
then "freedom" has to say
the secret is indeed
a basic human need
there's only chance in seed
but love will till and weed
lest love be slain by greed
I'll heal this heart I bleed
I'll salvage gratefulness
and weed out hatefulness
to cultivate all this
pre-match made faithfulness
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