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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Mar 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.03.05.06.15150]] |
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charming witty beautiful person, alive and onstage for one night only. What are we going to do when we find out how we really are, how are we going to adjust the picture to fit our viewer? When we first touch hands, will there be that magic spark of instinctive attraction, you know the one I mean? Will my heart race and my breath shorten at the thought of you? When I first hear your voice on the telephone line, or at the coffee house, will it fill the hole in my soul with hope? Or will you compare me to your last, and assign the the faults attributed to every man, without even waiting for me to tell the truth? Will you wait, hold yourself firm against your walls for me to slip, as I will, giving you justification for running away, and ripping my heart out as you go? I can close my eyes and see, the furtive glances as we sit. I have seen them before, and know what they mean. You look at my hands, and wonder, and ask. Will he touch me softly with thise hands, will I allow a response, will he take me into his arms and make me feel safe and warm, or will he use me and go away? You ask, and I have no answer. I will tell you the truth. |