Parallel Stripes

The stripes run parallel, the moustache rides the lip
His hair shine in neon, the eye lashes the whip
The man surveys the atmosphere, absorbing the gaze
The poise yields to a smile, as he graces the haze

Twenty years ago, his soft hands had delighted many
The spirits had run wild, libido alighted in outrageoud felony
The girls lost hope and the icecubes their shape
Back then they could hear virginity plan its escape

Those times still mirrored in his eyes
Images trapped, revels of the past, burnt cries
He would cry fowl, howl in desperate longing
Today he would sacrifice all for a sense of belonging

The photogragh on the wall, it is the only truth he knows
He wipes the Time with his coat sleeve, to revive the Memories he blows
He then remembers the first time they had met
Don't fall in love with me, the only condition she had set