Them Swingin' Moods
make me think you
them swingin' moods
send me to a place
I don't want to be
me
those swingin' moods
are still hot June nights
your hair matted to
your brow
send me to that place
when I loved
crazily
lazily
when the music evaporated
into star specked skies
endlessly
like my memories
them swingin' moods
Copyright © Timothy Carter | Year Posted 2016
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