The very nature of this
the pretty girl,
has been locked
set up and carved in stone
step by step
for centuries now.
Nothing needs to be held out,
playing the sensitive part
of being all wrapped up
in the warm Indie sunshine
making love.
She’s a natural ever lasting
cause for feverish skin.
Underneath shielded armory
her strong heavy man
comes with some sort of
protected wisdom,
if not with gilded words,
then with bronzed polished shoulders.
Playing the strings of silhouettes
his charmed and coveted mandolin
lays guarded in his arms.
Her new day begins
heavy with temptation
she wants nothing more
than to add to his keep.
Beneath some shallow whispered something
she makes a profound addition
a half promise
with real long lasting truth.
she wants to devote herself
to her own beautiful cause.
Indie Sunshine
triggering each new days start
she’s a timeless hope
impossible to number or count.
