Love Child

Her daddy said
she was a love child
now running wild
love sound
wound round
syllables she speaks
recklessly careful
carefully reckless
let her stimulate your senses

on her lips the light of erors
and she puts on her back pack
like she's falling in love
she puts on her back pack
likes she's

she follow some hips
into the western dusk
getting higher still
from the heady musk
desire pushing up against her brain
like a hot thigh
like a slow train