A little death…
A little death….
Silky skin, wine and song took us here.
You are as pretty as the rising sun my love.
Honey, dear and sweet heart I have called you.
You were like sweet Fall honey. Your kind and gentle voice caressed me like a gentle and needed Summer breeze. Your hands opened new storms of love and need that were just illusions.
I whispered I loved you in the darkness of locked motel rooms.
You told me. I will break your heart. I’m wild and not tamed. Love will break our backs and leave us with tears.
I knew the ending at the beginning.
We were just a shadow dance where two bodies rage and crash for the need of the body.
You called our Motel rendezvous just interlacing of two people wanting a little death only.
People who bled out, don’t need love.
I told you. You are my darkness, my daybreak. I wished I found you before we turn to brick and steel.
We could of loved like Romeo and Juliet. Love so hard and raised a fire of love so strong for the Angels to see..
You laughed and held me tighter. You whispered. Dear Johnnie, the dead are dead. Can’t arise again.