Thinking on the Prohibition, flappers, gangsters and murder as she wrote…
Dancing Cheek To Cheek by Michael Doyle Dancing cheek to cozy cheek Might bring us to ruin Libertine as it is It might lead to our undoing The habits of coming home Casually in first light of morning Left many a soul feeling alone And seeing it as first warning She called him, "Daddy" Though that might be pointed sadly It was a partnership in crime That felt perfectly sublime Rolling him for his roll It's hard to say who was in control Volatile in its escalation Breath gasping in its inhalation Beginning began with death And raced on without a breath Times like these can only be real Fiction would not so deceptively reveal Darkness called to be richly explained Somewhere for most it becomes implored To safely understand this messy mess That even the bravest fear to confess (c) May 18, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
