| Crush |
| I've crushed into a couch beside this cold cafe' window, my head buried in these words. A prayer for a hesitant heart seeing you tomorrow. I linger on your long-lashed glances, a smile, the smell of Chanel, and anticipation mingling on Sweetheart, we haven't met yet, but lavish me completely and drink lemonade in the morning entwined deep in my backyard hammock. Nap awhile with me as I stare across to you in the bank waiting line. You catch my eye like a conquest. I put my eager boarding pass into the hand of your curiosity. Know I am moving soon. My life is in boxes, but I can make a home with you, you beautiful stranger. Let me stay in the guestrooms of maybes. Don't write me off as you finish your business here and head for the door. Look back! If just so that I may make believe we had precious children and a home with a bounding dog out back. Such a short love as you draw yourself up and leave through the front door of my fantasy. You're probably married. I am sure some gentle hero has swept you up long before me. Ah, It's just a lonely heart dreaming. I ain't giving up on my forever gal. In a line like this one she'll see me, and hopefully that heroine will touch me first. Dan Shilton |
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| ~ Cafe' by Vangogh ~ |
| ~ Sunflowers by Vangogh ~ |
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