Hanging with Nick Cave today and a poem. I do, dear I do.
1- She told me. I don’t hate you. I dislike love now and her eyes filled with sorrow. She whispered.
Love is for the lucky. You and I. We are not the lucky.
2- I whispered to her. My hands in her auburn hair. I do, dear I do.
I told a Beautiful Scottish gal once. I want to kiss a Scottish girl,
I want to dance near the sea with you my dear Sheena.
I would trade away all my glory for just one kiss,
I would give away my sadness for one slow dance.
I do, dear I do. I pray a Scottish gal would love me too.
Dancing Coyote