Playing Our Song
Still playing our song,
Was it “ The way you look tonight?”
After all, the yester-years have whirled
big time into dizzy roller-coaster spins ...
If by romance you mean
toes twinkling by the sand,
where our feet met in tender July
as duskfall melted white
when wet kisses sprayed the breeze
on trills of vestal wedding chimes...
And jealous clouds witnessed
this dazzling pirouette for two;
eyes touching each other
twenty fingers becoming ten
in wrapped ball of surrender...
That is too sweet to hang on dipping stars,
it may as well be romance...
but then, the garbage overflows
and laundry piling on double racks;
while that big time frown turns sleek,
after finishing off the house grind...
until arms enchantingly come at me
to relish " The way you look tonight."
...........
Debbie Guzzi's Talk The Talk, Walk The Walk
"big time"-- 80s slang meaning" extremely,
completely, in a grand way."
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