Cadillac Poem by Michael Stephen

She's got a sexy thing down there, very curious
like a gargoyle guarding castle climax,
the stone face of love‘s inner pleasure.
Do a little titillating dance dream soul baby
drive me crazy awaken that fire that thrills your insides
Baby's so 50's with sweet soul fire

like the cars of the fifties she never dies.
Over sizes tires create the smooth ride
With her big motor you feel what's inside.
Sex things take a lot of tinkering
you can't leave'm in the garage.
You do a little herb put the top down
and loose your mind in delight.

You've got to sexify your self to get on track
moving to her music, her piston's of pleasure, of sexy dream passion.
Motion picture making, surrealistic passion playing,
motor mama's Inner connection to the map of nirvana.

She's got me flying so high
like a kite at the end of a string of my heart.
Sex gets better the deeper you go,
Like a caravel ride to forever on the road.
Mother love's carbonation makes her fly
,
On the road some night, when you've lost your mind on the peace of pot, ..
she may embrace you divine precious baby so wild and crazy
with the face of an angel, a mermaid, a faery faun
she's like a Disneyland ride with that devil loose gravel on a dangerous curve
I died some time that night sailing off the cliff of delight
the demons in men don't go easy to the other side.

No even in death I'm haunted by that ride
soul snake vision quest the land of me.
intrinsic inner sea,
a sea within a sea within a sea of delight.

sometimes I sail above myself, sometimes
I still hear the music
as rock and roll rolled down the road like a Cadillac
with curves of pretty girls and excited suitors
discovered beauty and the sweet engine of innocent soul music
turned night street corners into dream music,
into harmonies of youths longings
to die for love and in love forever.

June 3,2012
Dedicated to:
Shoshanna
Steven King
Christine
and the language of Music