By Michael T (rosewood?) - share_the_love@hotmail.com
Date: 25 February 2001
Furniture
I never thought I'd think of love or lust this way
When I'm with her I think of
not diamonds
not 2.5 children and 2 car garage
I think of furniture
I don't know what that means
I think of a brand new King sized bed with a headboard and footboard
maybe a canopy
matching dresser, chest, and nightstands
in warm cherry tones
lamps that aren't held together by duct tape
aren't rated by the FCC as a firehazard
I imagine her dragging me by one hand through ritzy stores we can barely afford
confounding salesman with on-sight dismissal or acceptance
asking me for my opinion
as if it would really matter in the end
because she'll care how it looks more than I do.
Maybe dark Rosewood shelves and cabinets
Matching Bathroom towels and washcloths
all those things that I don't really care about
but I'd care about
because I care about her you know?
I guess that's why my place still looks like a college student furnished it
a poor one
with bad taste
I've been waiting for a woman that makes me think of furniture
Yeah, yeah, I could imagine diamonds
I mean, does it really matter whether it's a rock
or a ROCK?
diamonds are nice and all...
but that's only the beginning
and the sparkle fades
but furniture lasts
it lasts a long time....
I don't know if explaining it would help though
"Hey baby-girl you want get some wood?"
Doubt it would work.
Telling her I envision
Furniture.
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