You set the tone, I bring the soul.
Your jams are endless and I enjoy.
I join your band and improvise
a senseless song en español.
You think it’s cute and I’m just buzzed.
You look at me with impure thoughts.
You bite your lips, I’m a piece of meat.
You smile to self and the smile is sweet.
You sit on my rug and watch me undress.
I may want sleep, but you want sex.
You have a way of getting your way.
Sooner or later, aware or not
I will dance to your tunes and sing your songs.
Not much to wonder, a world to know;
’cause you’re the guitar and I’m the drums.
By tuttysan © 2007
You’re the guitar, I’m the drums – a poem.