Arlu Dances at Warsaw Wally’s

Arlu dreamed of unchanging shores,
of the land where love settled,
stayed for a lifetime.
She said she had a poet’s truth
tied, tucked and saved.
I told her poets lie,
that they lie with candor.
 
She pulled on her beer,
watched the dancing couples
as the blues song thrummed through us all
and I watched her hair slide across her cheek,
saw the desire for love struggle to surface,
saw the desire to be loved still
haunting a ripe heart.
We got up and danced,
each lost in our hope,
our private desire.
RD Savage
05/18/96
© 1996

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