Wicked Game
Late the music played in the smoky air
in our noir Bogey and Bacall vignette,
and hands that stroked your silky chestnut hair
held a red wine and lit a cigarette.
Your soft skin smelt of aloes and citrus -
the smudge of fresh lipstick on your wineglass,
and what covet it was those lips to kiss -
in wine there’s truth! In vino veritas!
What a wicked game you play to make me
feel this way - to make me burn in your flame,
and what a wicked thing to make me see
that, you doll, are no ordinary dame.
If I should echo your whistle I’ll know
to just put my lips together and blow!
Written: April 2013
For Les
Note: Wicked Game is a song by
Chris Isaak. It was then
and will always be our song.
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