supplants
I won't allow
my sword is at his chin
backwards he steps to the plank's end
you're safe
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supplants
I won't allow
my sword is at his chin
backwards he steps to the plank's end
you're safe
you're safe
from bitter exile,
from poverty's fierce kiss
and calamity's tight embrace.
You're home.
You're home
and I'm still here.
Will we ever meet in
the mists of evening, when shadows
lengthen?
lengthen
not the journey
of love by your short steps
walk with me swiftly hand in hand
cut short
cut short
again; feelings
that are never going
to be realized except in
your dreams.
your dreams
knocking at my
dreams' door, blithely soaring,
holding hands for ageless eons
we love
we love
those who love us
near-perfect symmetry
flowing between our bodies and
dancing
dancing
down the same path.
always oblivious.
deluded by this illusion
before.
before,
you knew me well--
your heart beats so clearly
In your pretty pink bosom's core
No more
no more
the grind of stock
and trade, my hearth belies
the toll that toil has taken on
my nerve
my nerve
is on the edge
you better hold your breath
watch me tiptoe on that taut line
look out!
look out
the chance to fly,
the opportunity
to live life high above the clouds....
toss me!
toss me
as you may like
I'm a little blob
of flesh in the hands of your eyes
toss me!
toss me
o'er your shoulder
'tis good luck, they all say,
like salt strewn behind you...path of
crystals
crystals
of white sugar
are not as sweet as the
gentle kiss of some rosy lips
I love