For Bob Dylan
The dampness exemplifies the credence unspoken and unnamed
whilst dripping and sweating unmasked the pain
And all the while her body lay there weeping
his watchful eye and her pussy cat lay there sleeping
Deep, deep in the depths of his mind
throttled the shaft and rode her unkind
Not in an attempt for love but for feeling
he touched her but not comforting nor sincerely
As aroused as she was her time was really near
to lay there so poised yet in motionless fear
Perhaps twisting inside in a round-about way
a jab or a kiss from his puppetry play
Taking each life's urgent will brought
endless counting of battle from thought
A time when his better spent effrontery
would have yielded him to her more gallantly
Betwixt the calling of the sorrows fixed
the moment elapsed and the caution then nixed
To heed the call taken upon lustful desire
but a treat she begrudged yet so eager to conspire
Not a dead end but a rolling hill forward
something to ponder, like that which she adored
Leaving with a taste of a good love's high
dreaming of the day when reality passes you by
Time well spent
a love not meant
Time well lived
a story about a kid
Copyright © Cantebury Jones | Year Posted 2011
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