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Carlita

 

Carlita’s hands dug dark foreign lands.

Carlita’s nails are in soil.

Carlita’s mind was centuries behind.

Carlita’s legs were loyal.

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And she wants these songs of her to desist.

And she can hardly ever resist.

 

Oh Carlita, you never really gave yourself to me.

I was watching you stroking the salt from the sea.

Oh Carlita you wanted to.  I promise you.

 

Carlita’s lips never took trips

Too very far from where she sells.

Carlita’s sound was pink and profound.

Carlita’s ears were seashells.

 

Carlita’s heart was a matador

Said she had it for something.

Carlita’s love was a semaphore,

Just a metaphor for signals.

 

Carlita’s face kept one ship in place.

Carlita’s tears were tethers.

Anchors were dropped.  Seabirds were cropped

Of wanderlust and feathers.

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© Audsongs 2010

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