Lets…..

My blood.

It bleeds red like yours,

Unless you're cold blooded,

Then the blue birds will sing

The blues and crispy laments 

And mellow tunes for you.

Ad-libbed by the sea breeze 

In the fall season,

Let's set a scene 

Like Shakespeare's Julius Caesar 

Let's talk about heart treasons.

Let's ascend and cry golden tears for the learned lessons Life laid

As we crescent, literally,

On to higher vibrations, outer space.

Let's go to the priest, cleanse,

And make confessions,

About nights when sins were silent,

And moans were subdued by sexy soul songs.

And in the daylight we were strangers who moved on..…