Sweet the Sting

Sweet the Sting

With a strut into the room
with his hat cocked sure defiantly
he said,
“I-- I have heard
that you can play
the way I like it to
be played.”
I said, “I can play
any way that you want.
But first I want, I want
to know:

Baby is it Sweet, Sweet
Sweet the Sting?
Is it real this infusion-
can it heal
where others before have failed?
If so, then somebody
Shake, Shake, Shake
me sane
‘cause I am inching
ever closer to the tip
of this scorpion’s tail”

He said “I laid my weapons
down with my pistol
fully loaded, a hunted man
to my root, will it end
or begin in your
cinnabar juice?”

Is it Sweet, Sweet
Sweet your Sting?
Is it real, your infusion?
Can it heal
where others before have failed?
If so then somebody
Shake, Shake, Shake
me sane
‘cause I am inching
ever closer to the tip
of this scorpion’s tail.

Love let me breathe
breathe you in.
Melt the confusion
until there is
there is you - union.