She wore her lipstick red without regret
Heaven was a simple place where quiet was kept
Savanna slept near a set of tatty railroad tracks,
each ran parallel . . . to and fro,
as if they knew in advance witch direction they should go,
but she never heard them say
So, mislaid trains whistled by in her dreams
waking only darkness with their pointed beams
Willie’s boyish jeans would be washed by Sunday
That was when his dusty hat returned to eat dinner
She wore her lipstick red without regret
He drove countless miles to see her in a flimsy cotton sundress
Heaven was a simple place where quiet was kept,
So,
They whispered their pressing affection like warm secrets
touching toes under the table
He left his vigilant shoes at the door
Willie’s loaded walk polished the bashful floors
His reflection sparkled in her readied eyes near a set of tatty railroad tracks
Each running parallel . . . to and fro
as if they knew in advance witch direction they should go,
but she never heard them say
So,
mislaid trains whistled by in her dreams
Willie’s boyish jeans would be washed by Sunday,
for Savanna wore her lipstick red without regret
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