hot kentucky friday night

let us get drunk
on something beautiful together
seven sisters roses laughing
as we melt
a bourbon
into beer
to the twangy sound
of a weepy blues ballad
maybe a little zevon
filtered through
summer’s throat
filling our bellies with deep fried delights
slaughtered meat
frog giggin’
riding down trees
southern fried rock n’ roll
garlic peppers scallions
as we laugh and dance and smoke
my sundressed thighs
sliding slow against your jeans
you feel the silk
beneath a peach tree sunset
we’ll sleep when we’re dead
i could die tonight
he sang
she wrote

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