Denny Two

She breaks the pass, a silken form, hair in a golden clasp, struggling to think, struck like a Grecian urn, I look at the bar, her walk is a dance, wild without thorns, a modern-day iconoclast, shuddering to blink, at what's the score, she asks for a drink, what I say overlaps, churns, my laugh’s a black cat, gliding at the ice rink, her eyes flare, I wait for the clink, at the next chance, a café’ sojourn, it’s love at last, here comes the sun.

Denny

Your life's been fair, many a seed is blown, then again what’s shared, you bring the sea, to faces bright and known, what it is to be, red lipstick loving care, you laugh it down, what you need is more, are you for real, ever born, to feel each loving need, when they make a dare, do you moan, dance unsteadily on chairs, throw away your keys, mask with scorn, any wanton creed, give us our daily prayer, make us warm as toast, not be scared, coming home.

Robert Three

What it means to try, outside the pale, no use trying to lie, in your bones, who needs a trial, to find yourself alone, you look at the time, other measured trails, it seems a while, you think you can atone, when love fails, and someone asks you home, flip a coin see the sky, talk of finding sail, it sometimes ends this way, drink wine out of cones, must be some good mail, throw stones at ghosts, no worse than jail, forsake the stars at night, hit the shining rails, praise bright smiles.

Robert Two

Tell me, tell me why, they treat you like a seer, my lips dance in delight, you command a beautiful air, bells ring out the night, candle scent and myrrh, who says we all die, no call for siren's tears, demands we have to try, life contains its flair, a proud engineer, our praise held in tight, I walk like a man gone by, through the city's fear, so hot it seems to fry, will they find our lair, songs for all their ears, do we have a care, this ship is full of iron, they love orators here, in darkness a green lullaby, a soul comes to share.

Robert

A worn-out empty feeling, all you wish to hide, the pain of someone leaving, she brings you the news, doesn’t try, to disguise what’s true, never mean she lights the sea, an artist bright as sky, and this old has been, looking for something new, a need to find, the story of his youth, who never leaves his street, tho' he walks each night, what do young women need, he’s sunk a few, failing with the light, on St Anthony's pews, sheltered by her being, like a soul on fire, the smile of visions seen, now retired.

Jenny Four

Nothing’s left to fake, sing any song you choose, don't seek escape, pray with all your bones, no one counts on you, say you're not alone, reason comes too late, to heal your broken drew, like a brigand finds escape, you're a rolling stone, all of life’s a tune, don't worry if you'll cope, find some tide or sail, any sea will do, another lover surely waits, a knife to the throat, dancing closer to the blue, what is left to hold, except you anyway, dangled on some pirate's slew, slicing down the Spanish Main, act as if you knew.

Jenny Three

I beat a useless retreat, for all he cannot find, nothing seems to please, he won't bear good news, that love just needs time, or hear a little truth, I fear the hiss of alchemy, what doesn't rate sublime, he turns into Blasphemy, can't disguise his Blues, or face what's on his mind, there's never only you, he shakes his car keys, an open-topped warm clime, brings no Odyssey, rather than a loving creed, for what might shine, he'd prefer to bleed, forget any sense of ease, that isn't a crime, I’ll face my own needs, somewhere down the line.