Two Graying Doves Make Music

two graying doves make music they were sitting at a bar, two graying doves she kept looking, he kept looking she then asked him, what's he looking at what's cooking hon? he had to think fast, real fast he had to say something for his heart was a beating, angels were playing his harp and his horses were neighing, too and ... let me tell you his horse, they were really neighing and so eager to race out of their stables, so eager, let me tell you he responds, his hands shaking he reminds himself to say something captivating to win her over she then hears the horses in his voice, stampeding so unique and cute the stutter, blush, she's turned on by now she has horses neighing in her cache, too he's having an effect on her she hopes ... it stretches he begins I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain perfect, one and done she seals him kiss, a promissory note he smiles back, he was seasoned all along .... they toast two graying doves transformed into two loving butterflies they laugh as the walls in the bar begin to perspire by now she's in Heaven on a crescent moon, singing, dreaming about being high a top a tree, sliding down. She stops. She grabs his hand, before it's too late. connie pachecho 1/18/17