The Nightly Song
By Peter Scott
Simple sentences
I travel one at a time
down corridors
Misused or abused
Lain barren
Breaking from dawn to dusk
Choreographically perversive
Painted with pink
Reds of realization
Plus those fleshy
Earthly hues
Submitted seductively
Enticing her to stay
Awake on my bed
While I gaze the other way
Dreaming of show girls
Shadows of you
A singular movement
I did not make
Only if I had...
Staring at the sky
Polished on the ceiling
My sore limbs quake
A hand over my waist
Only should I move
Springs will shift and
Break
mingling with my tears
A certain blood will
Flow free
Haunted on the eve
Your caress holding me
Captivating my future
With the forgotten
Oh God do not spare
Fingertips guarding
My body with care
Gentle touch replacing
Covers now bare
Dare not determination wander
Ought I roll over to see
An empty bed beside me
Alone and unfillable
Conversing with the unquenchable
Abandoning me with no release
It says ³goodbye²
Closes my eyes
Kissing my lips with sweet possibility.
