A woman walks in high-heeled shoes
Across a hardwood floor.
Two gazes meet, two hands are clasped,
A love is pledged for ever more.
Two lovers walk beside the river
Beneath a pixilated sky,
Holding hands and swapping kisses,
Babbling sweet baby talk and lies.
Two bodies sweat in syncopation
Throughout a dreary afternoon,
Rehearsing a horizontal samba
Within a rented room.
Oh tell me not your tales of anguish,
Sing me not your songs of sorrow.
We'll drink good whiskey by the fireside,
And when you leave I shall not follow.
A lover seeks a long-lost face
Across a crowded room.
A drunkard seeks a long-lost love
In yet one more saloon.
Oh take me to the river,
Where I may find my lover.
I'll promise gold and silver,
But I'll be faithful never.
A woman walks in high-heeled shoes
Across a barroom floor.
A word is said, a face is slapped,
A woman's heels stalk out the door.
And quoth the raven:
"Nevermore."