Carlos! & Candico! (a love-song)

 

Carlos & Candico! (a Love!-song)

 

Bandito Pistola-Carlos hailed from yonder-way down in ole-Mexico

String-strummed soft-serenaded a beautiful Indian-maiden Candico

 

Along the lapping river-edge an alabaster-pale full-moon rise

Highlighted dark tendril-wisps a desert whisper-wind surprise

 

Carlos gentle-pulled the maiden-close to-caress red-lips in a passion-kiss

River cadenced-flow embraced Love!-eternal to the couple’s sacred-bliss

 

Through sunshine Life!-Love! which came-upon yon pleasant-mesa there

Carlos broke wild-mustangs fulfilling cavalry-quotas caching money-fair

 

A Mexican-bandit could-not always be a mean-despicable desperado-man

Yon Candico-beauty tamed that savage-beast executing her-own Love!-plan

 

The pair began a long-time back on the peninsula in ole-town Tampico

Conchita was kissing handsome Carlos-man when spied by hot-Candico

 

The youthful-trio visited Fat-Garcia’s “Tamales & Tequila-refreshments”-café

Quickly things got out-of-hand when Conchita flirted in an embellished sexy-way

 

Savvy-Conchita knew a thing or two including how to fight and played her joker-card

Candico smashed the bar-gal’s face and said, “Careful whose man you-kiss! Ole-pard!”

 

The Indian-maiden grabbed long silk-black hair as the harlot reached to her-sash

Candico took away the knife and broke the stabber-blade in a wooden-table gash

 

Conformity-challenge charmed young-ladies, brought courage-admiration from the-boys

Carlos’-hip proud-carried a steel-blue polished six-gun not some just-for-show lethal-toy

 

Carlos-man and Candico sailed Ucitan’s Caribbean morning-tide to South-Padre Island-hop

Followed west the Rio-Grande 800-miles to yon Llano-Estacada arroyo-canyon country-stop

 

Bandito Pistola-Carlos hailed from yonder-way down in ole-Mexico

String-strummed soft-serenaded a beautiful Indian-maiden Candico

 

Bandito-Carlos had brazen robbed a Tampico-bank “just for some spending-money”

Police-authorities sporting Law & order! did not find his offender-trick humor-funny

 

Law-men kept a skeptic-eye on suave-handsome Carlos-the-bandito Mexican-man

“Peaceful-coexistence” promised best-result for all-concerned---one…“Good”-plan

 

The Federale-boys gave Carlos wide-berth allowing him horse-space for fun-’n-play

The-couple entertained their southern-soldiers adding-levity to their hum-drum day

 

Left-in-peace by army-boys they could find him easily if he needed to be arrested

Carlos wasn’t hiding in some hole-in-the-wall; his location seemed never-contested

 

Drinking tequila! Rolling-peyote! Playing el-diablo “el poker-cartas” with the-men

To keep his law-dogs satiated---sometimes ole-Carlos…would even let them-win

 

By some long-time when Carlos looked-back their-history was already-now

Days slipped into myriad-years as he thankful delicious-wondered---How!?

 

Waking to the sunrise-meal at first-hinted pale-pink blush of new-born dawn

Carlos viewed the herd and smiled at the sight-gift of a whitetail-doe and fawn

 

In soft-wind cool of mid-morn refreshed he worked the remuda of wild-mustangs

Under a high-noon sun enjoyed Candico’s tasty-offering for which he gladly-sang

 

Seniorita-Candico! You have easy-tamed me spirit-wild with beauty tender-Love!

I believe none-other can ever know my great-Happiness here with my Darling-dove!

 

Candico teasing-laughed as Carlos rode-away to haze the wily desert-ponies home

Her later-gaze toward Horizon-west saw his herd-coming under yon hot desert-dome

 

In the cooling-chill of days-end purple-eve he fueled the-fire within their tidy-nest

Two wolf-wild curs stood sentinel at the door as night-winds rustled a hide-wall test

 

Counting blue-white diamond sparkles slow-choreographed in yon canopy black-abyss

Carlos cadenced-rhythm matched Candico’s whisper-wind romantic-Love! shared-bliss

 

And---So?...one tender-sweet Love!-story goes---and…everybody surely knows:

 

Bandito Pistola-Carlos hailed from yonder-way down in ole-Mexico

String-strummed soft-serenaded a beautiful Indian-maiden Candico

 

That bandito Pistola-Carlos hailed from yonder-way down in ole-Mexico

String-strummed soft-serenaded a beautiful Indian-maiden Candico

 

Strummin’-time into the ’morrow-promise of Candico-Love! a sunrise-gold

Ole-Carlos and his Candico senorita-Love!---together-forever…I have-told!

 

Carlos-bandito is sad-mad quintessence of just some-damned-ole-alley-cat

Indian-maiden Candico gold-essence of his sainted-angel-pure-“Class-act!”

 

That bandito Pistola-Carlos hailed from yonder-way down in ole-Mexico

String-strummed soft-serenaded a beautiful Indian-maiden Candico

 

Amen!