Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Taking My Chances

This afternoon,

which later tonight,
curled in a tight
mean fist,
just might
(right hook, left hook,)
punch out my lights,
stroke a sweet melody
(oh baby, my heart's on fire)
from these taut strings.

My body.
Your guitar.

Your tender voice
(so dark the night, baby hold me tight),
erodes my soul.

Renders me
more helpless
(softly my soul slips into yours)
than any blow

you'll ever
(dark night delight)

1 comment:

  1. Hey, I just posted a writeup on the Victoria Leonard Cohen concert on my blog
    It was a fantastic evening.