Terzanelle For Karen Poem by Johnny Ringo

Offering for my soothsayer,
my waylaying slayer in rolling hips,
my softly whispered answered prayer.

Reading my future in satin rosy lips,
I lightly linger on her thigh sighing
my waylaying slayer in rolling hips.

She's all my days until the day I'm dying,
with caresses and kisses all the while,
I lightly linger on her thigh sighing

I see all my years within your smile,
fleecy sheets, sunsets and beaches
with caresses and kisses all the while,

my banded oracle whose reaches,
touch my golden age with visions of
fleecy sheets, sunsets and beaches.

Wafts of sweet incense and love,
offering for my soothsayer,
touch my golden age with visions of,
my softly whispered answered prayer.