Lily Pad
Words by Bryon Bowers
see boy run…
see boy jump..
one lily pad
to another slump…
Looking for you
In a little crazy
can't help himself
he's a troubadour
bodies poised
just like yours
they lurk about
looking for love
praising that lord above….
Steamed and laid out nice
I was clothing to you
you wore me once and hung me out
your White picket fence
and your office too
That's ok
I wore you too
Wasn't looking for you…
Saw you in church
You were with him
Eating some bread…
Drinking some wine…
Saw you at home
You were with me
Shaking with me
Drinking my blood
Left you there
In your Perfect home
With your Perfect man
And your perfect life…
Back at church don't know me
But that's ok…
I wasn't looking for you…
pine needle sting
wind on the skin
sun poking through
you're shaking again
breathe some
and kissing too
I'm getting tired
of looking for you…
Open in the poetry book