Burning Soul II
I found a motel on the side of the road;
A plain room with a bed to lighten the load.
Cinder-block walls with paint thickly coated
To cover up the stains of society’s motives.
I walked in to find a man in the lobby.
“Alone,” he said, “I come here every week
To meet a young woman, my company she keeps.”
“And why come for love to a place so beaten?”
He stopped at the thought that I’d consider his lot,
As if stumbling upon the sudden end to his plot.
He replied, “Love is not always the way we are taught.
Sometimes it’s just a stranger holding us in the dark.”