Play the 45 Soul by Lepadah ...Happy Poetry Month

"Play the 45 Soul" by Lepadah 

Crooning conducting strand 

Aspire spirits in bed

arise within sheets

Open day gig for Barnabas

a 

stark stare

strange sacrifice 

During sleep

no recall

Draw lids airy

Somewhere forest in the hills

basement mirrored walls 

blue door

black silk beneath bottoms

line of exotic shoes  ; snakes, gators 

lizards 

mohair and his leopard underwear

still crooning   "promise that you'll wait"

holding a glass of Muskatel

"it will go down swell'

player roll that old soul on 45

stereophonic sound

Liquor sure do taste good going down

sealed seventies luxuries 

so said 

Even tried to snuggle the pipe  inside a place

she pledge godly

promise another ...

so he promises to wait 

this time ...

letting passion sleep

if only for tonight

© 2013 Lepadah revised