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By willtobe1 Date: 2003 Mar 26 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.26.15.56.11067]] |
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But what can you do with the leftover feelings? That sparkle and dance and delight and ignite you But otherwise could not or should not be seen? When something inside you yells "Something must give!" When other-self dreams have their own will to live The decisions we make and the roads that we take (like the Choice of all choices that we vow not to break that's an exitless highway however smooth, sweet and straight!) Can close off later turns that just might have been great And then just for spite (or a side-twist of fate?) Our road winds us close to a might-have-been site Invites us to wonder, "Is it really too late?" Can other-self dreams be brought into the light? Without crossing the line into something not right? That would fester in dark self-denying suppression If not given release, not allowed an expression There MUST be a side-road or circuitous route That lets all these leftover Feelings get out! (And surely it's not so uncommon a sin that, having agreed to become Man and Wife never to let thoughts of others get in yet, while truly intending to stay there for life to be haunted by wonders of what might-have-been!) ************************************************ And so here I am The only way that I can Stuttering, sputtering, spitting out lines Giving vent to the steam from hot music inside Are you with me so far? Do you know how this feels? Did I leave you with feelings that can't be revealed? Then perhaps you, like me, need a little bit more To acknowledge, to vent, to explore hidden meanings One more time, for a moment, no matter how fleeting I've acknowledged our past with this present, this letter Could I not then go on to reach into a future? So read on! if you dare (or if not, it's your choice) And I'll let all my Look-inspired dreams take their course Imagining for both the potential we lack While massaging with words both your mind and your back... ************************************************ "My mind? Well, maybe... but my back?" you might ask I'll admit it's a bit of a stretch of a task To reach out and touch you at so great a distance Will require your imagination's assistance A backrub, which might be exchanged by acquaintance Could mean anything, nothing like a smile or a dance Providing a way two can safely explore Without getting too far out from familiar shores But what I need for this tale is the form of the thing Since our eyes would not meet, won't exchange piercing glances (Which is not much unlike our enforced circumstances) Then our minds in that dark would be free to take wing Free to unleash the things that we most need to say Things that might not be said in the broad light of day And is it not strange that to take this thing further We must go without eyes that first brought us together? Yet even if I had you here in my sight Had the right to drink deep with unquenchable eyes I'd forego, for a time, that most enviable prize To dive deeper into that which makes your eyes Bright! |