She's Back Again

SHE’S BACK AGAIN--art gatti

Curses hurled, with her hips a-sway,

she turned her back and she walked away--

and I didn’t try to think a lot about it.

She hid her lusts in a foreign land

where I could not speak

and I had no hand

and I wandered lost and far too starved of wonder.

She still can’t love, but she sure can make it. Make it take it shake it break it.

I’m only here for the bone-crunch ride, holding on to what’s left inside.

She still can’t love me, but she sure can take me

Make me, shake me—just try to break me!

I had no words, for the birds had flown,

she had her motives and I my own,

we fished the lakes alone

without a permit.

              

But eagles soar above the din,

they knock on doors and you let them in,

and this standoff is the cause of shock and thunder.

She still can’t love, but she sure can make it. Make it take it shake it break it.

I’m only here for the bone-crunch ride, holding on to what’s left inside.

She still can’t love me, but she sure can take me

Make me, shake me—just try to break me!

She’s here again, no hat, no hand,

wondering if I’ll join the band,

smiling like the shit of old just never came about.

I want my hands in a fleshy grasp,

parting her rippled cute-ass ass,

showing her the man I always have been.

The poet must emerge again,

show her where and show her when

in the log of love Eros inked our names out.

The way to go’s not clear quite yet,

the peace we seek’s not quick to get, 

but loving may at long last let the dogs in.

She still can’t love, but she sure can make it. Make it take it shake it break it.

I’m only here for the bone-break ride, holding on to what’s left inside.

She still can’t love me, but she sure can take me

Make me, shake me—just try to break me!