Rot-gut and Music
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
Like rot-gut whiskey and back porch music
You burned my heart. Captured my ears.
Cypress bark rough around the edges,
I feel the color red when you speak
My name in soft country expressions.
Honey poured on my soulīs wounds --
Wise old ways of healing things.
Simple cures for aching hearts.
Your voice a slow easy river
Reminded me of who I am again.
Stripped away the layers of lies
Iīd painted on my face, my lips.
Years of trying to fit in wrong.
Thought I needed champagne dinners
When all I ever really wanted
Was rot-gut whiskey, back porch music, you.