A place in the sun

You hone with skillful hands
my expensive blade of wonder.

All along this gravel highway
You're the pirate, I'm the plunder.

Kicking up the dust like devils do
My shotgun resting on your shoe.

Oh baby make another turn toward me.
If your eyes can pay the price of admission
we can afford to leave our bodies free for kissing.

Let's stop and rest awhile
where the rocks in a crescendo

Climb the hillside toward the sky
We can see what you and I know

About love and tenderness
If you're willing please say yes.

Oh baby make another turn toward me.
If your eyes can pay the price of admission
we can afford to leave our bodies free for kissing.

(the first of 12 in the RainingHorse song cycle)

Come in Lion

March in row one two three four left right.
Bleach exquisite fine hairs on belly of religion.
Toss back beverage of choice in abandoned railway design.

Please each other leaned over a garden along the freeway.
Take it all the way in, then let it in just a little a few times.
Bolt over underwear thrown away in rain-soaked cabaret.

Mollify ingrown suppositions like dandy spandex arbiters.
Bifurcate intention until a little river forms at the source of thought.
Blend bitter roots within context of honey dripping from your sore eyes.

What sight were you given when those kittens resting at the apex of breath
Took their wildness into an opus derivative grinding master core versioning
All tendencies to wriggle out of bed and put on your rain shoes?