small poems & small plates
Too Tallevening out the stripesshe asked for tonic and a limethe fatal warmth of dangerleft the soil another colorsimilar pounds of perfumesent by schooner to the islesone must land at another hourto a wharf inflamed with sinNow don't go early she was warnedno music to start the partybut obey she cannot and so does goher fortune in a plate of paprikaa lass who leaves no one coldwould never be seen againyet down by the shorethe spices sing of hersharp and sweet, thevery trace of her
Too Tall
ReplyDeleteevening out the stripes
she asked for tonic and a lime
the fatal warmth of danger
left the soil another color
similar pounds of perfume
sent by schooner to the isles
one must land at another hour
to a wharf inflamed with sin
Now don't go early she was warned
no music to start the party
but obey she cannot and so does go
her fortune in a plate of paprika
a lass who leaves no one cold
would never be seen again
yet down by the shore
the spices sing of her
sharp and sweet, the
very trace of her