My Kind of Town
>> Queen's Medical Center ’Twas the day before
'Twas the day before Christmas
And over at Queen's
Quinn Ah Sun was stirring
Coming out of a dream
A scent that he knew
Drifted into his sleep
The scent of a woman
He longed always to keep
Breathing her essence
Aroused such a passion
In a twinkling Quinn was
Quite ready for action
And the sound of her voice
Was music to hear
Singing of love
And wanting him near
He must be dreaming
His brain strained to reason
Because he felt like a reindeer
In rutting season
Of course he'd been shot
In the leg at Lily's last night
Passed out in her arms
Her face his last sight
He felt a soft finger
Tracing his chin
Something so nice
Couldn't be sin
That was the word
He'd said before
When he kissed his cousin
On the moonlit shore
Tall, young and handsome
A motorcycle cop
He had to force
Himself to stop
But she felt so perfect
There in his arms
Her body pressed
Against his so warm
And now a new feeling
A breathe in his ear
And there on his cheek
Something hot as a tear
This must be the drugs
The nurse gave him at four
With dreams like this
He'd ask for more
A new sensation, my God
He couldn't be dreaming
A kiss on his lips
It wasn't just seeming
The drugs made them heavy
But he threw open his eyes
And what he saw there
Was a shocking surprise
Oh my God, Lily
He started to say
But her tongue in his mouth
Got in the way
Merry Christmas, she said
And called him My Dear
Merry Christmas, he said
And held her so near
And that's where they were
When the door was flung open
Her Uncle Mits, Quinn's father
Watching them gropin'
Don Chapman is editor of MidWeek.
His serialized novel runs daily in the Star-Bulletin
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