Lying on the shag.Glass of wine rests next to me.Music is playing. Slippery wood floor.Not quite Spanish music on.Dance with family. Wearing the day’s socks.My feet are getting too hot.I take my socks off. Wine, cheese, chocolate.Chili-con-carne and rice.Discussing color. Counting syllables.Waiting for crepes to finish.Clouds out the window.
I fall for her understanding, the reality of her real,her effortless authenticity, her disregard for compromise,the way she makes me truly feel… …naive, as if this reprieve were mutual. Cause when the track stops, and the stage is struck, and the house lights and music team up to together make their nightly eviction, She is still ideal,but I am estranged. It’s so bad and sad that this singer’s songs seduce. But it sure is good to dive into being alive, and let my preoccupied mind dissolve in its surrender to her movement. ‘Cause even