By distant moon Date: 2001 Jul 04 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.04.01.51.1878]] |
Yesterday she told me to come back home Not that she had told me to leave in the first place But I knew it was right, she was right I bubbled, frothed and spilled over as she said the words Well, typed the words, anyway... I'm a little more than 2 tanks of gas away But it feels like eternity and then some A gap that cannot be bridged But in a little under 5 days, I will hold her My color will be red, as I burn with desire Changing to pink and a soft yellow as I dance Not in reality, but internally...with excitement To be with her To be near her My Penticostal upbringing paying off as I spout out mangled words that actually contain the meaning of life... And tongues becomes my new language And she becomes my new life That is when the world becomes our background And we, the figurines in a Broadway musical I will sing to her with compassion Drain myself to please her She with her dress and smile... I could not ask for more ...I will not |