This afternoon,
fingers,
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
strike
(dark night delight)
Delight.
