12 Feb 2017 – Blues Song: Marooned

My love for you was hot as Summer,
a song that tittered in the trees.
My love for you was hot as Summer,
a song that tittered in the trees.
Your love was sand between my fingers;
elusive – like the oceans’ breeze.

You teased me like a leaf in Autumn.
Why wouldn’t Winter let me die?
You teased me like a leaf in Autumn.
Why wouldn’t Winter let me die?
Leaves fell, you offered all free parking
there in the gutter of your thighs.

So now I drink with Springtime streetlights,
and howl my horrors at the moon.
Yes, now I drink with Springtime streetlights,
and howl my horrors at the moon.
A million people in this city,
a million miles from Love – marooned!

~

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