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.
Take me to the river,
Where I may find my lover.
I'll promise gold and silver,
But I'll be faithful never.
A lover seeks a long-lost face
Across a crowded room.
A drunkard seeks a long-lost love
In yet one more saloon.
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 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."