shut up and rhyme: Tip for Tap

bored with my meanderings? okay...someone has, more than once, asked me what this poem is about.
to me, it is obvious, it is about seduction and what is done in bed to make one's lover more enthusiastic and cooperative to one's own desires (think Prince's "The Continental")

Tip for Tap

tip for tap. the crush and thrust of contact made,
displayed, paraded in a prayed-for instinct of distinction.

run red, the heart is bled.
run red, the heart is bled.
and all that I have said
is to get you into bed.

chaste chasings on the framework of folly, ornate
to innate feelings. irate thought censors sent packing.

run red, the heart is bled.
run red, the heart is bled.
and all my passions, dead,
awake to mourners, fled.

crimson lips to solferino folds, gold to the barter,
the starter's pistol for my heart discharges rainbows.

run red, the heart is bled.
run red. the heart is bled.
and these thoughts are all wed
by a weaving of romantique's thread.

tip for tap, the crush and thrust of contact made,
displayed, paraded in a prayed-for instinct of distinction.


copyright William F. DeVault

note the line: "crimson lips to solferino folds". solferino is a shade of purplish-pink. think. think. think.

oh yeah, now you get it.