Molly Sarle stole my heart in a knitted sweater dress <br />Dress down to her thighs but she wore it so beautifully <br />beautifully bare wondering what she was wearing under <br />UNDER that knitted sweater dress, but when she sang, <br />sang so precisely that you couldn't threadaneedle through <br />through my bones I could feel her voice soothing them <br />them were Mountain Man, but she was Molly, face bare <br />bare was her body under that hole-filled knitting she had <br />had my heart when she laughed about drinking tequila <br />tequila sunrise made me less warm than she did sober <br />sober-as-a-lark she and i weren't, but neither knew <br />knew nothing of each other and Godforbid we never will <br />will yourself not to touch her hand and stare into <br />into her eyes I fell in love, her messy hair was tangled <br />tangled up in blue like Zimmerman because she will go on <br />on the radio, I’ll pause and smile if I hear her voice <br />voice my love to her in a sigh, and never forget Molly.<br /><br />Eli MorenoDrew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/molly-6/
