Ailleurs

See an absorber resist the wringer
Not much for palaver & barely a singer
Throw a dart at the map, set sight to where it falls
With years in the rear view & ears in the walls

Slowly, lowly, my oh my only
Slowly but surely the sling is slackening

Reduced to a sketch with breath into frost
Or something to etch in a lingering pause
Defaulting to solo, collusion is risky
Though each is to follow a neat slug of whiskey
My fingertips dimpled from quills at your core
O sanguine seeping, six drops shy of a pour

Slowly, lowly, my oh my only
Slowly but surely the sling is slackening
Slowly, lowly, my oh my only
We'll be there soon my dear
We'll be there soon my dear, we'll be