Feed Me
Mind, from you, this I ask--
Go, go with the night wind
And search for these magic words
For my love, so divine.
Hurry, hurry
She’ll be coming
In an hour!
Don’t forget
To see Soupland, for sure
They have these.
You know? She said, “It’s so nice to hear
Those magic words!”
So please, when she comes
Instill these magic words in my heart;
And, when lips stoop
Upon lips, I want you--
To close your eyes and enjoy the rum.
Mind, can you do that for me?
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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