By Gala
Date: 17 June 2000
Tiny Hair Dance
This cannot be---no way, no how...
I cannot have a heart pounding
in the pit of my stomach,
can't have my mood made or blown
by the number of minutes
it has been
since I spoke to you.
I cannot be sixteen
and moon struck,
calf love infested
trembling fingers
neck hair dancing like flubber
doing the mambo,
macarena
cha cha
tango
and when ever I hear your voice
the song starts again
and I am ginger waiting for fred
to tap dance the long stair
from my heart to my soul
trying hard not to say
i love you
too much
too hard
too often...
because if I say it too much
it might be more true
than you would wish
and I can bear...
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