Come away with me…
Come away with me….
We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs.
You were North Dakota born, now California blessed.
I would massage your wanting skin every night and I whispered poetry to you.
“We murdered love and we wanted more.
We danced on the Monterey bay beach and we tried to touch the stars, the moon.
We were careless children, loving the sea and the Johnnie walker.
I told you. You are the bravest lady I ever known.
You make me believe,
I can be someone more, something better.
You are my ambrosia kiss,
the sweetest nectar I ever tasted.
You make love so sweet, so kind.”
You laughed at my words and you whispered.
Please come away with me,
let’s find the seven seas and touch with our bare feet,
let’s walk in the clouds in the highest mountains we can climb,
let’s drink the Scottish whiskey in Scotland.
Let’s slow dance on the San Francisco pier.
We must be brave Johnnie.
Unlock the door and open our eyes before,
I told her,
I would follow you to hell and back.
You show me I was okay and I wasn’t a machine.
I want long road and longer nights with you.
I want Big Sur mornings with you,
I want us to watch the moon on the Monterey bay,
rise and fall.
I need to see your morning face first thing in the morning and
I want to see your evening face every night before I find sleep.
You make me smile my lovely lady.
She brought me closer and she whispered.
You make me smile too.