John Snowdon

Tete-A-Tete: Mal Apropos

Madame:

My compliments, and I must say

You were right to warn against the sway

Coz what you have I cannot stave-

You\'re a freight train baby, a tidal wave.

 

She\'s motion, and I\'m heavy.

While I\'m guessing, she\'s steady.

As want and need are now asunder,

If she\'s lightning, then I\'m thunder.

 

She says:

\"The backseat; there\'s nothing better.\"

She takes me, and I let her.

By the lion\'s eyes of her lovely face

Bloom shames thrust with each embrace.

 

I\'ve fallen, and she\'s wasted.

She\'s jonesin, I taste it.

Like wildflowers in her layered hair,

Or the splash of Vodka in her ginger ale.

 

Vapor form, or lifted ash.

and bought from Ferguson\'s secret stash.

For a tete-a-tete I shall remember.

She takes me, and I let her.

 

Now across the point of no return

Comes fires forth forever burn,

And marks this moment to the grave.

You\'re a freight train baby, a tidal wave.