I heard she grew up
to marry a short glass
of milk kind of guy,
but back then
she was in my arms:
pink tulip skin
and edible ear lobes;
she would rub her curls
against my neck, lap
small beads of sweat
from my shoulder
with that precise tip
of her tongue;
when words failed us,
we spoke only in vowels:
ahh, you
ohh, you
From that point in time
I understood when
the Moody Blues crooned
from a darkened dash,
“Nights in White Satin”
Never Reaching the End
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Re: Never Reaching the End
a midnight trip through new experience
thank you!
thank you!
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Re: Never Reaching the End
Of course when I was first listening to 'knights in white satin'
never reaching the end....I was tripping on LSD
those lyrics had real meaning to me in the psychedelic sense.
now that meaning never reaches the end.
never reaching the end....I was tripping on LSD
those lyrics had real meaning to me in the psychedelic sense.
now that meaning never reaches the end.
Re: Never Reaching the End
Have always had a soft spot in my heart for the poet / lyricist. Like to mess around with song lines sometimes. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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