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A Love like Ivory
The linen is moist from lovemaking.
A detective is at the door
To make sure it is his residence.
She's a heroin addicted whore.
Troubled, to say the least,
She has a pain from past abuse.
He has ghosts and nightmares.
There's a painting beside the refuse.
The doctor put her on pain med's
And she quickly grew addicted.
Heroin is much cheaper than Vicodin.
Now she's illegal, and afflicted.
The happy home is an apartment.
The picket fence is chain
With a sign that says, Beware of dog.
Yellow crime scene tape remains.
The fan creeks in the window.
There's motor oil on his wife beater shirt.
She sets their places for dinner
An hour after work.
Chorus:
They have no hope but love.
They are the last two on earth.
They confide in one anohter
And hold on for what it's worth.
They live with their sins. And her tricks
Are committed for a fix.
He works at a factory,
But his P.O. still gives him fits.
Ever since the miscarriage
She's longed for a child.
He isn't much. He's short and squat,
But he goes the extra mile.
Today is the last day
Of five years of parole.
Tonight they're drunk on boxed wine
In their little loving hole.
It's a warm summer night,
And cars honk their horns.
She feels steady, almost normal.
He holds her high. She soars.
A registered sex offender
And an aging junky whore.
A detective at the door.
Cartons of cheap cigars on the floor.
Chorus:
They have no hope but love.
They are the last two on earth.
They confide in one another
And hold on for what it's worth.
