She is a long memoried woman
though young and full of life
Waifs and strays
We are connected by this line
tell of loves and lost afternoons
we spend spend spend
though what we lost was lust
and gained zest
a truth or on occasion a pink lie
like a rose hand painted
by and by we encounter every contraband
play every fiddle
lay out our canvas with naked models

she there I here
we were alone but joined
I is a full memoried man
I hung up a banqueting cloth
to blot out the moon

Venus dogged my window
cast her light on my bed
a shadow fell across my thighs
handsome or ugly
I looked for some clues
and found a radio

searching for a heart of gold
I'm getting old