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Thursday, February 28, 2013
All I Did Today Was Write Poetry
It's a fact. Two short poems, a lyric/poem, and some tidbits. Last to first, in that order.
You have a beautiful mind, elegant as the first step of a tall heel on a carpeted stair when the silken hem of an evening gown ripples around your ankles. Beautiful, the way a Varga pin-up is, svelte and feminine, lady and vixen.
And I, I want to strip off your logic, as the saying goes, and make passionate sense to you until any facet of the world that isn't shared between you and me makes no sense at all. I want to dive deep in your sensibilities, until our minds meet and melding our minds is the only sensible thing, until we're breathless, senseless, and serene.
I think I know this indecision this bench seems so familiar and these dusty roads with their faded signs are starting to look like a place I've been before
It could be a case of deja vu but it seems to me I was here with you once upon a time and just because the pages took a wrong turn then doesn't mean our story's over
My bags are packed and I'm ready for adventure but I've got nowhere to go, nothing to do, but sit and wait at these crossing roads for the clouds to clear, the moon to rise and a star to plot my course by
I long for the days when you were mine and I never knew if only because you were forever in my arms for countless hours I always treasured but never suspected that you might feel the same. If I were offered those endless evenings once again, the chance to wear the signs of our passing into the hardwood of a thousand dance floors, I'd take them in a heartbeat. I'd run to them with all that I now know and never, ever, let them go.