The summer heat was turned up to blasting with a huge yellow sun looking down. Our sweat had sweat. If only there was a breeze to pass over us. In the mouth of desire sits July. A young couple is about to be wed. The groom all decked out in his black suit. The bride in her long wedding dress and veil. Family and friends gather to watch this union take place. They hang on every word as the vows are being said. Then the happy couple are pronounced husband and wife. In the mouth of desire a big kiss gets planted. Pictures are take, then off to the dinner.
Now we are married
July Fourth celebration
Anniversary
Helicopter hovers over Hyde Park
747 cruises beneath the sharp half moon
As I saunter past the buzz and hum of Speakers Corner
Wrestling with the stiff breeze buzz
There’s something in the air tonight
The throng at Marble Arch eager and set
Hang on every word relayed through the struggling PA
Prayers of hope and calls to peaceful disobedience
A small child takes the microphone
Something she has written today
Sweet and hopeful
Angry and alive
Crescendo triggering a roar of approval
Her face taken aback
But clearly proud
In the bonfire’s glow
Some have brought candles in jars
LED’s hang from flagpoles
And a few bold torches
Ablaze and thrust aloft
There is rebellion in the air tonight
This feels like a moment
Something real and pure and strong
A pin stuck in a slow revolving globe
A force to be breathed in and held
A song of hope that could awake the globe
There is a determination in the air tonight
This moment is the only moment
And it is a moment to believe
Red
Red rag to a bull. It’s funny how
That makes me smile inside: I think of
Your hair and how it entrances me.
Red hair; and me, stamping and snorting inside
As those shiny waves sway and swirl, heavy,
Chestnut hued and red, red.
But you are no daughter, prattling child nor
Reluctant pupil, to hang on every word and quip
And feed my misconceiving ego.
Oh no! A red rag all right, challenging the
Misconceptions and preconceptions, by which I
Habitually order my inner world.
Yet in the soft light of evening, arabesques frame
your face, elfin and mischevious; a beauty,
A feminine Puck indeed.
A woman in the outward form of elf or fiend:
(That’s my red rag to you!) but a woman all
in all and so delightful to me.
Why do you seem to slip into everything but me?
What capacity does every other form possess?
How do I mimic its shape?
How do I extend its depth?
I disperse myself into everything,
In a hope that in fragments I may find my way to You.
Into Your nostrils,
Under Your finger nails,
Between Your teeth,
Carry me with You.
Carry me with You.
I want to be the smells which cling to Your hair,
So that I may brush ever so softly against Your cheeks.
I want to be the dirt which fills the ruts of Your nails,
So that I may be a part of everything You hold dear.
I want to be the food which adorns Your teeth,
So that I may hang on every word You say.
Carry me with You.
Carry me with You.
For, You have long since taken me.
I'm lost inside your world...
Hang on every word...
A love I can't afford...
I breaks my heart...
Sapping my hopes..
Draining my dreams...
I live my life in a constant
daze...
Confused,bewitched and
bewildered...
Hot under the collar...
My love is far too young...
It's painfully naive..
For a man matured in years..
I worry...
About the money...
Living faraway from friends...
about the years I have not got...
And yes I love too much..
Your always on my mind...
Not to sure if that's healthy...
You make me feel ten feet tall...
And then I fall..
Or hit the wall...
I am a fool...
For believing dreams come true..
They only make you blue...
Seeing your face in the morning makes me smile,
and staring at you at night puts me at ease so I can sleep.
I hang on every word you've ever said.
They repeat all the time in my head.
All day long, I look forward to talking to you before bed.
Tomorrow I'm going to cook your favorite dinner.
And tomorrow is Thursday so our TV show is on.
So good night I love you sweetheart.
Shoot, I overslept for work, thanks for not waking me up!
Today is Thursday, so its garbage day, I know you told me that.
I might be late getting home, but I know you'll be here when I arrive.
Bye, I love you....always and forever.
I had a terrible day at work, I'll tell you about it tomorrow.
Your mother and I coming out to visit you.
I thought this was supposed to get easier, but its not.
The bed is so cold.
I miss hearing your voice and having your arm around me.
I'll see you tomorrow about 3 and I'll leave a rose for our anniversary.
I can read between the lines
Much more astute than some
This pretty package has a brain
And will not easily succumb
There is a lot that’s left unsaid
Or the answers don’t suffice
I wasn’t just born yesterday
You must be more precise
What is it that you’re hiding?
What is up your sleeve?
Do you think that I don’t notice?
This is bordering on deceit
I don’t play by all the rules
This surface has not been scratched
Look closer at what you’re toying with
I think you’ve met your match
So if you want to fence with me
Draw your sword and take your stance
I’ll be your best opponent
You may have a sporting chance
Do you want to play this game?
Or do you want truce?
I can play it either way
But I think that you need to choose
I will not fall down at your feet
Won’t hang on every word
You aren’t saying anything
That I haven’t already heard
There are plenty out there
Who will fall for all your lines
But baby I’m not one of them
It’s a total waste of time