In the circle of love
Wrapped with loyal bonds
Clever demons play their songs
In mortals weakness moments
We have all been in rooms
We cannot die in, and they are odd places, and sad.
Often Indians are standing eagle-armed on hills
What is it of this act,
that marks those partaking
with the musk like scent
Wear dark glasses in the rain.
Regard what was unhurt
as though through a bruise.
Guilt. A sick, green tint.
Eyes are windows set opposite;
Mutual exchange of thoughts takes place
Between a man and a woman,
Urged by sexual attraction.
A widow took a stranger to her bed.
This woman was denounced before the law.
She numbly stood and heard her sentence read.
Though I suspect she knew her fate before.
Where can we break eggshells?
And meet as lovers.
When can two lovers kiss, and tell?
Their heart's content to one another.
Lock up all your husband folks,
Julie's on the prowl;
Testing them with little pokes,
Making them her pal;