Dorsia

Braiding textures carelessy
Monte Carlo fallacy
Shared a hot tub with your memories
Held a posture so oblique
Glowing incandescently
Sing me a song or a symphony
Is that enough?
Shortsightedness has kept me on your floor
And on your mind a fantasy I’m not a fraction of
Is that what you want love?
Dorsia
You know the place but not the name
A new excitement chained to shame
Your poignancy came for the ride
Piano hooks and crooner slang
Rope a dope with change of frame
The sigh you sang I read it well
Is that enough?
Shortsightedness has kept me on your floor
And on your mind a fantasy I’m not a fraction of
Is that what you want love?
Dorsia
Why am I not enough?
I tried to give you more
You pushed back and I begged
A vagrant on your floor
And I’ll try harder babe
I’m no faint hearted fool
You’re all that it’s chalked up to be…
Dorsia