Peso Love

We dance through roman showers and swallow our delusions and beg forgiveness as spite consumes us. Who has not awoken to find their sandbox full of s**t and their shovel stolen? Peso love dissolves our passion as memory fades and hours tick by and find ourselves hugging a tree, alone and naked in the wilderness. The newness of a shiny toy dissolves our hope and we are taken in again and again forever. Seven years or fifty mean nothing in the twinkling of an eye. Reckless abandon is a phrase we should all take to heart. Parting brings such sweet sorrow and tomorrow brings another disappointment. Bless me father for I have sinned, I need that old time attrition. Everything dies. Love is four letters posted from hell, denied and marked return to sender. We die a little each time they arrive, and more each time they depart. We wrong ourselves and sing.