Underground Love
Grime and mud and dirt, and beautiful girls in summer skirts…
Steel and tile and subtle smiles…
A glance from my left and I need to catch my breath…
The music from a guitar, a poet collecting change in a jar…
His melody is Sweet and in Spanish, and all my tension seems to vanish…
Because I am back on foot, writing in my book, and there she is again giving me that look…
The kind you get when your mind and heart are engaged, when your eyes are open like a psychic sage…
Now here is my train…
But my heart is no longer tame, or domesticated, my resolve unabated, because to this woman I may be mated and my soul might soon be elated…
So lets find out, I’ll give it a shot, this is where it starts with things get hot…
Have a little courage my friend, a little gall…
And in time you will find you have an edge, over us all…
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