You made me love you
I didn't wanna do it
I didn't wanna do it
You made me want you
And all the time you knew it
I guess you always knew it
Maybe you did, maybe you didn't,
Maybe I didn't, maybe I did,
And who cares? says I
And don't ask, you, why
When I chase those snapping heels over floor's perfervid timber
And inside my grappling fingers twist your sinews lithe and limber
With a hip astride a pelvis roving its demented tumbles
Till in sonorous arthritis squeals the saxophone and crumbles.
You made me happy sometimes
You made me glad
But there were times
You made me feel so bad
Maybe you did, maybe you did,
Maybe you didn't, maybe you didn't,
And if so? asks you
And if no, says who
Tracing footsteps through the marshes down the alligators' alley
In the wake of dropping garments leading to that grand finale
When ophidian allusions covet tempers to enrapture
And with fire's blazing promise, crave's chimera set to capture.
You made me cry for
I didn't wanna tell you
I didn't wanna tell you
I want some love that's true
Yes, I do, 'deed I do
You know I do
Maybe you made, maybe you maden't,
Maybe I didn't, maybe I do,
And if made? say we
And therefore may be
That the music wanes to howling wanes to raving wanes to quiet
While the skin pulls back its ribbons and in bodies dies the riot,
Lilac grows between those fingers crawling back from death's dominion
You - my ever lasting beauty, I - your ever ever minion.
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie what I cry for
You know you've got the brand of kisses
That I'd die for
You know you made me love you
Maybe I cry, maybe you know,
Maybe I'd die, maybe you know,
And if death moves fore?
Don't it dare! you roar
Tying swallows to your tresses as they write the sunset's story
Then besprinkle it with kisses stolen from your nipple's glory
Just before I steal your vision to impound inside my prison
Grooming it through thousand dances to one smile... forever risen.
You Made Me Love You
Maybe love.
Maybe? Love!
Author notes
people, i - for example, find their inspiration in the strangest of places. i got this one while listening to the bbc radio in my hotel room, airing some specially chosen oldies. not as old as al jolson, but for whatever reason this is the seed that popped and sank and sprouted in my mind.
the italics is all al. the rest is all i 
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Stunning! Brilliantly delightful!
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Superb!
What a beautiful blend of voices! I love the rhythms of this piece, it is very driving and moves me intrepidly onward to the finale. Very lovely imagery! (e.g., "Then besprinkle it with kisses stolen from your nipple's glory / Just before I steal your vision to impound inside my prison").
Very much enjoyed!
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Nostalgic and future
Wonderful thought for an expansion of the song. I'm reading it on my wedding anniversary, and your words bring back a range of mental images... from the sepia of the Jolson era to digital LED shades today.
Thanks for a super write!
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Awesome!
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You certainly got some inspiration from that song, nice metephors and imagery, any thing that mentions Al Jolson and I'm hooked, I'm an avid Jolson fan and there is no better place to get inspiration than from him, thousands of singers owe a lot to Al Jolson, best wishes---Norman
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I agree and I smile because I know it from my own experience, one never know where the next inspiration will came from. You made me go to listen to the Al and I really enjoyed his songs but not as much as your poetry. Sorry Al.
Thank you for bringing back to life this great oldies.
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Sheesh...I was 'xpectin' to see "Suwannnnee". 
Very cool, Scribe. I'm quite sure a certain someone wants to hear ya sing it, too. 
Ya can leave off the blackface, though.
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