Time To Go Back

Listen to/YouTube Adam Green (Dance With Me) while reading this

I can taste cigarettes on my breath

When I think of the times we were young and beautiful

I can smell the leaves ablaze, the wet dirt in my hair

The evergreens sweating, watching us flirt and drink from our cans

I can hear the thunder from the drums roll and rumble

From under the steel doors leading down to your lair

We danced to the sound of fun, to escapism, to being in love and lost in a trance of victory-we had found our treasure

There were candles flickering, laundry going

I could taste the whiskey on your breath and memorized each golden speck that shimmered in your brown eyes while you watched me undress-Six

There were purple, red lights, greens and golds

With dangling plastic hearts taped from the beams and rafters

Decorating, illuminating

Our spirits into crosses

A curtain, hiding your photo enlarger, paintings on the wall

I scratched your back

An organ, a pipe, a set of cards

We  kissed, we kissed, we kissed

The warmth from his skin

Brought me home as a child

I felt so secure

We were a helix of flesh, morphing into one heart

On his tattered old couch

A love so strong, it was bulletproof

To this any army could march

Music of the past blared from out of his record player

"Vanilla Fudge"

We smoked and puffed out clouds

For dragons to fly through

And all the dangers in the world became see through

A curtain, hiding your photo enlarger, paintings on the wall

We smoked and puffed out clouds

And laughed at nothing, but everything and all.