Bless the broken road
I’ve found you after all these years
of wandering with bitter tears
that trickled down my hardened face
that softens now thanks to your grace.
I’ve found you after all these years
of wandering with bitter tears
that trickled down my hardened face
that softens now thanks to your grace.
She had on her the smell of ages
and a vivid passion that still rages.
She asked me for a harvest tryst
and it never occurred to me to resist.
Smelling of rain and fresh-cut flowers,
she was jovial and gaily attired
and I got so drunk upon her powers
that I can’t remember what transpired.
How it pains me, the sweet caress
that leaves red scars upon my flesh,
but our lovemaking is such I’m left
out of breath and soaked with sweat.
Your countenance, aloof and cold,
serves to draw me towards your side,
so enthralled and lost within your hold
that I curled up at your feet and died.
You are my inspiration,
my sweetest transgression.
My temptress muse, my lover:
you call to me like no other.
Your gentle touch, the swell of your hip,
and your evening companionship.
Oh my sweet lover, joy of my night,
you make my life maddeningly bright!