What do you do?
What do you do?
What do you do
When your LOVE gets lost
Somewhere along the way?
When the sweet kisses you once knew have fizzled and faded into to abyss of unspoken words.
What do you do when a glance once shared with loving eyes and heartfelt thoughts are now tear filled glances of broken hearts?
When sweet words of encouragement and comfort
have turned into uncomfortable silence.
What do you do?
What do you do when passion filled nights have become a sweet memory of what used to be
And the person who once held you close all night long,
skin to skin,
like it was your last night on earth
Now barely grazes your leg
During a long lonely night
Next to one another.
What do you do?
What do you do
when life circumstances
Have made a union
Once so sweet
An impossibility.
When the distance
will be come
too far to travel
Both physically
And emotionally.
What do you do?
What do you do
When your love gets lost?
When you can't even talk
Without being brought to tears.
When all I want
Is a glimmer
A glance
A moment
Maybe...
Just to know
That I'll never be forgotten.
Driving through this town
The town where I was raised
The town I knew as home
A light sprinkle of snow on the ground
Nothing here
Ever seems to change
Seemingly quiet
Sleepy
Unless you know
Unless you really
Really
Know
The Catholic school
Where I learned both to pray
And write my name
Still looks the same
On the north side
Across the tracks
The sound of the train
The feel of the Wild West
Nestled in the heart
Of Navajo land
It's like a scene
Out of some B movie
That caught your eye
While channel surfing
That night
A long time ago
Out for a bite and a drink
With two local gals
One who I partied with
As a wild teen
The other
My dearest friend
From an earlier time
A time of pigtails and swing sets
And catholic prayers with our lessons
A cold
Cold
Night
The birthday of a local icon
Music
Cocktails
Familiar faces
A virtual time warp
On my senses
Hugs and smiles
From those who are sweet
Sneers and frowns
From those who are snobs
Wide eyed
With wonderment
Of a life I left behind
An old boyfriend and his wife
Our high school prom queen
Chubby and wrinkled
My best friend's baby sis
All grown up and married
Perpetually somber
Outlandishly real
Innately immune
My home town
The place I was raised
The land of my birth
Always a part of me
Although my heart
Now lies elsewhere
A little bit of passion
What is it?
That thing...
That thing, you know,
That thing
That thing that makes us choose
One person over another
That stops us dead in our tracks
The energy
The chemistry
The sensuality
The sexuality
Yep, that's right!
Let's talk about sex baby!
We are animals
We follow the call
We say yes, YES!
When we smell the scent if of the one
The one
The one
The one who attracts our carnal desires!
Makes us
Breath hard
Makes us
quiver
a little
Or a lot
The energy
The chemistry
The sensuality
The sexuality
A little dose of love potion
Directly from the gods
The passion
The desire
The need to be near
It has nothing to do with hotness, you know
It has nothing to do with the one with the perfect hair
The perfect smile?
Maybe
The perfect smile
is when
The one
The one
You know, the one
Smiles just at you
When
The energy
The chemistry
Everything matches up
And you loose all focus
You see only through the eyes
The eyes
The eyes
The eyes of one who is lost
Who has lost all control
Who wants to be near
Next to
Under
And on top of
That perfect match
When the energy
The chemistry
The passion
The desire
All line up
The stars align
And the fireworks begin
Explosions of sensuality
Of sexuality
Of animal and carnal desires
The awakening
Of everything
Within
Without
Around
And upside down
That's it
The thing
That thing
That thing we all want
To find
The energy
The chemistry
The passion
The desire
With the one
Who matches
Who matches
Who matches
And.....
Wow!
Foggy London Tower
Oh foggy London
In the days of yore
The candlelit street lamps
And horses hooves on the cobblestone
You call to me
You speak my name late at night
A tale from Charles Dickens
A ghostly story full of woe
I so want to be a part
Of figgy pudding
And fancy dresses hiding bustles and corsets
Gentlemen in top hats and carolers in the streets
I dream
I dream
Take me back
To Victorian London
Where I should like to stay
Painted fingers
Glue under nails
Every color of crystal bead known to man
Glitter and paints and sequins
Oh my!
The simple pleasure of running one's fingers
Through rows of strands of beads
Dry flowers
Silk flowers
Ribbons with wire
Heart shaped wood blocks with a key hole in the middle, blank, ready for a coat of color
Heaven?
Perhaps...
Oh wait!
50% off coupon?
Pure Bliss...
Artistic Bliss~
Shine like it does
Waking up to new ideas
Grasping at the new consciousness growing inside my soul
Gratitude abound
I am attentively and actively planning
Cohesively strategizing
Ready to receive a prosperous windfall
The sky looks like diamonds
The trees, like perfectly spun gold
I curl up in a blanket of rubies and emeralds and float away on the sea of prosperity~