Song of love
Turn on your green light baby,
leave your sleeves far behind,
let your must be turn into maybe,
I promise, you are not blind.
Love is more than one to one,
more than I see drums and done,
more than tabla or a feeble sun.
Give me your turntable queue,
I will give you a spider's spin,
And an old promise that once flew
from Celtic heritage to green kin.
Just one more touch of soft skin,
one more sinking into the dear
is all I really need to finally win
and overcome all dark fear.
Love is more than one to one,
more than I see drums and done,
more than tabla or a feeble sun.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-03-13 at 00:40
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