Four chambers pump and dump
pulsing against at a chest that can barely contain them.
Will there ever be a time
when I don’t set upon a memory of you
and my eyes don’t well,
my arms don’t ache for you,
my stomach doesn’t drop in excited anticipation
of your kiss at the base of my chin?
Is there anything as bitter on the tongue as remorse?
Can life be so long and so cruel as to brainwash me
into believing there is a time for us,
a place for us somewhere over the rainbow
or beneath the magnolia trees;
or will you lure me there, once again,
with your sweet words and devil tongue
only to gaslight my daydreams?
Our puzzle is scattered, unfinished
I’m on my hands and knees seeking the pieces
that lay strewn about
I know our lips will meet
after all this time
We will meld,
our teeth may bump
as we rearrange ourselves
we may twist and turn,
attempt after each silly, giggling attempt,
until our four corners
the explosion of colors and shapes we left in the middle.
It’s been a long time since I wrote and even longer since I wrote for Studio30.
But the words given to us ; remorse, gaslight/brainwash seemed to want to play.
Thank you for stopping by, I’m glad you’re here.