guacamole
a love song for rebekah
(that gets longer every year)
(that gets longer every year)
her hair was two parts shiner
and half sangria wine
a little amarillo
a lot dark texas pine
her smile was enchiladas
her eyes a praline art
inside her, she was salsa
with an avocado heart
he was a broken taco
still karosene-type tough
a modern san jacinto
whose soul had seen enough
one hot july she found him
beneath a bright tortilla moon
for him was grace, for her a place
to sing their two-part tune:
love, hear the soft cicadas?
the coyotes (kai-oats) call out, too
each time they cry, love, til i die
they sing my love to you
their love was made for rivers
for cracked-wide-open skies
for sipping warm jarritos
while he sang into her eyes
o hear the soft cicadas
the coyotes' sweet song, too
don't wonder why, love, til i die
they sing my love to you
and love, when I am faded
and we no longer sing
know that i in paradise cry
the song the coyotes still bring:
o hear the soft cicadas
the coyotes' sweet song too
the angels out loud--this whole holy crowd...
we sing this love song for you
i love you, bek. ;)
