There ain't nothing dryer
then un-kissed lips,
Pink, petulant apertures,
not pacified by passion,
all that is moist goes right
out of a body and soul
loneliness is a saguaro,
arms endlessly beseeching
empty heavens in a
godless wasteland.
I've seen such ravaged
beauty as it's skulking
around bus stations,
or on dark streets cruising
one eye blackened
and the other one inviting
the drunken fist of one
more sad, loveless encounter.
They haunt the smoky
bingo halls during middle age,
in flowing Mu-mus, sweat pants
and thick pancaked rouge
their cotton panties left
Sahara's to blisses dew,
while bloated hubbies doze,
they chase cash cows elusive,
pounding wet spots faithfully
on plain white sheets,
reminiscent of lovemaking
days long vanished.
They also sit like snow queens
inside homes for aging
in frozen drifts of time,
white hairdos spun,
over pale blue eyes
that gaze with cloudy wonder,
back to days of splendor
wrapped in lover's arms,
but the droughts of intimacy
turned them each into raisins,
who squat shriveled now,
strapped into single chairs...
till death grants to them
a very welcomed kiss.
Oh, I hope it's like this
on the other side
where heaven holds
so much more love
..........far above
after the ravages of time
have left so many souls
deserted with no dessert.
with no dessert.......
I think when we move on
from this world
we will be enveloped
in a love like we have never known
and we will have everything
we were denied
at least I hope that's true
for all of you out there
who have known
loneliness like me.
bitter dregs of loneliness
that beat you down
and strip you bare
and just left you there
deserted with no dessert
no dessert al all
when it comes to love
it will get better
somewhere in the great beyond.
Magnificent Music Composed and
& Played by-Magi©ian™-©-2024
Lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung
by-Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2024
at: Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Photo credit to: Public Domain
