November 30, 2014
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Dakota
a rush of blood to the head
a thing of beauty, a puzzle
your eyes smiled back at mine
through obstacles and hazy blue skies
crossed telephone lines
a thousand miles or more away
sounds just like my yesterday
and one slow, sweet kiss
reminded me of temporary bliss again
that surge of life in my veins
as you bit my lower lip
and my fingers traced your skin
but we only could ride the elevator
from floors 2-5 so many times
before we knew the tide would wash this up
I saw the chance and grabbed it;
but really I was caught up in the snare
a long lunch time, deep brown eyes
and a body that'd never be mine to own
and my body tensed with nervousness
sixteen, twenty-six, it felt the same
the beautiful, untouchable boy
still just a boy, indeed
and how he actually wanted me
and before I could count the turns on the twisty road
in his car on that warm winter day
we pulled up, pulled in, crashed in
the backseat wasn't all I had imagined
rushed hips, tight lipped, barely a moment of truth
pacified, not satisfied, the moment drained me
like a cell phone battery
and now my lights have gone dim
desperation turned disappointment
dissolved my day
so I'll stop checking to see
what you might say next
because even just one more time
adds to that pile of baggage at the curb
with your name on every tag
but I will smile each time our eyes meet
knowing our secret still breathes heavily
and still your smile was brilliant
as I left I could feel your eyes on me
and the main thing we have in common, darlin,
is just not knowing how to be;
a man, a woman, a friend, a lover,
a promise keeper
so I'll try this time for us both
keep the unspoken promise to hush my words
and replay the movie-like memories
of you and I tangled together
in my mind on rainy days
and smile as best I can
that rush of blood to the head
might just've been a wound I didn't see
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