Like Mixing Love and Hate

Like Mixing Love And Hate

I met her at the bar called sinners

She invited me over for cocktails and dinner

                         The loud music at the door

                        Was like the warning of the storm

She yelled come in… The room smelled like whiskey and sin

She was dancing and chanting wearing only an apron

Testosterone said stay but my Angel said run

I took a test drive that I barely survived…

                                  Like a long hard earthquake

Like mixing love and hate

               Like flying in a tornado

                                               Like riding a bull in a rodeo

                       Like making love to a nympho nun

                         That’s coming unglued and undone

When the ride was over

I kept looking over my shoulder

                                 As I smelled the sent

                 Of a near-death experience

And a decomposed soul

                          I told my priest again and again

                       And he forgave me for my sins

But every now and then

I dream I’m on that test drive again

Tickle Of Texas Music-
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy