Wooly Bully
Damn that song
It played again a few minutes ago
After all these years
You’d think the radio waves
Wouldn’t carry it any longer
And you’d think
The years would have erased
The rush of emotion
That comes each time it plays
For I don’t just think of you
I am there
I am back all those so many years ago
Where you lay on your back
In front of the big console
Radio & record player
While Sam the Sham sang
Wooly Bully
And you danced
Danced flat on your back
With your eyes closed
Filled with the moment
And filled with the emotion
Of your first love
Where every touch is electrifying
Each thrill new
And experienced for the first time
And now so many years later
So many the number sounds foolish
I can feel the pulse of the music
And see the joy on your face
Oh, wait.
I can even catch a sniff
Of perfume
A soft fragrance blended
With the scent of your skin
And I feel the soft touch of your lips
Wooly Bully
How can all this joy be embedded
In such a silly song
To the rites of passage for both of us
To such a sweet moment
Still alive
But lost in time
MFM
Work (the Tattered Suitcase)
July 18, 2010
12:50 AM – Sunday
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