Those Sweet Violins
I kissed the honeysuckle
And wrapped my limbs
Around your muscled torso.
You ought to know
That werewolves watch us
As we conflagrate;
Their green eyes searing
Through our tortured souls –
But fear not, for you can stir up
The banshees’ potion
And melt your wasteful notions
In the purifying flames:
Begin anew and slay those devils,
Otherwise you’ll never see the majesty.
Let’s go and hear those sweet violins;
Their music sweeps over the live-long day,
And I’m loving you all the way.
Copyright (c) Mary Cochrane 2015