Red River Girl Posts

gonna pour you right into my wine glass
moon. gonna swirl you and drink you
with a chocolate or two.

gonna wrap you in sparkly red paper
moon. then take my sweet time
unwrapping you.

hey moon–here’s a secret, posted for you:
Jim’s feet are stark naked
inside of his boots.

(moon boots)
(and a snowsuit)
(not much else…)

so many mysterious messages
moon. how will we know
if they’re really from you?

(Jim says the spelling’s a giveaway)
(I think that’s just part of the game)

thanks for lightin the way Christmas caroling
moon. we don’t need figgy pudding
but we’ll sing you a tune.

if you shovel the driveway
moon and make sure it’s not icy…
we’ll make us some bloody mary’s.  (spicy)

come join us inside by the fireplace
moon. let yourself in–
grab a log or two.

you’re lookin all weebly and wobbly
moon. this freezing cold weather
must be gettin to you.
(or maybe it’s graduate school…)

gonna stare at you through this teleidoscope
moon. and watch how you change
with every turn.

(you’re so pretty I’m dizzy)

that was some scorchin hot jazz
moon. now where might you be playin
after the show?

(Jim liked it too, but he had to go home)