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!
