One Night at a Time

[couchgrouch]

One Night at a TimeShe didn't see the lookerwho walked through the doorcos someone good lookingain't who she was looking forshe'd been watching the cowboywhose roof was his hatwho bore the world on his shoulderslike a monkey on his backtheir eyes reached for each otheracross that hazy roomthey had little to say, as they slipped away'neath a marachino moonfor some the best way to surviveis having the time of their livesone night at a timeher eyes were clothed inhunger and lonelinessshe was exposed before sheslipped from that dresshe whispered, "forget the powderlotion and colognecos a willing womanwears perfume all her own"though such whipsers are madeof just brandy and breathright before dawn, they're way too strongfor hearts to reason withsome curse the time that true love takesbut love is a mem'ry two people makeone night at a timewhen the lights are dimsomething shines withinon the scars below the skinthey were imperfect but they discoveredthat made them perfect for each otherone night at a timeone night at a time...(c)2005 Robert George