And Still

At the first glance

I was done, I knew

I had no chance

It has always been you

Battered dreams

Feeble hopes, false starts

Advances, retreats, all tearing at the seams

Alone, a glass, a hotel room and Makers Mark

Stranded in paradise

Etta swings and I sing mournful and out of key 

Salted water hiding in my eye

What would you think, if you could see

Night and day, baby it's you

No matter who I'm with 

Regardless of what I do

Memories passing through bring me bliss

Pour another plastic cup

In my solitude, Billie surely knew

Perhaps, I should just give up

Hold no dream to get me through

Damn the thoughts that keep me sparkin'

Cursed hunger yearning to taste those lips

Purgatory, torturous hell, lovely voice to which I hearken

Longing for pleasures between those hips

O' divine vision, obsession, since first impression

Sate me, release me, kill me a thousand times

Lift me from this fool's deception

Release me Lord from passion's crimes

But prisoner I will ever be

A sweet and bitter pill

Forever locked and chained by she

Love's prisoner, laying here, quiet, and still

Roger H. P. Clark

The Necromata
(RM)