Thursday, February 14, 2008
Doo Wop Song
Oh what a night, we leaned against my car
your face lifted to mine, our eyes began it
misty suburban street in the midnight hour
the texture, movement, your lips urging mine
our mouths caught by a tender gravity
your weightless body, spring came to our planet
the heat of July is an opaque air
without your clear, concentrated warmth
Lady, your kisses are memorable
© Bob Rixon (1990)
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
your face lifted to mine, our eyes began it
misty suburban street in the midnight hour
the texture, movement, your lips urging mine
our mouths caught by a tender gravity
your weightless body, spring came to our planet
the heat of July is an opaque air
without your clear, concentrated warmth
Lady, your kisses are memorable
© Bob Rixon (1990)
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