Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i knew you were there- when my elder said
a man with a big smile ear to ear
says
'she can write'
funny how i thought of you
late at night
you knew
i guess
but why didnt we say? that shy writer inside - hiding
waiting for the oppurtunity
like cyrano de b=
you hide in the bushes and recite
lil whispers
that make my skin purr with satisfaction
when i seek inspiration
you are my bar room flirt
my daddy of the nightclubs and cities
rolling on poetic words
like a rollar coaster
verbs
herbs and disturbed
i want what i caould not have
the reason why the grass is greener on the other side
is they stay home and water the lawn
you seem like a good treehouse man
part monkey
lil bit of scavneger
whole lot of gardenr
real lover
so this morning when i wish for the sweetness of a man
i think of you and one other
the one i loved for 9 years
makes me wonder

he said he wanted another crack at it
i do too
so maybe - this pondering and thinking of you
is the freedom you give me
late in the night
the tension
i have
you help me shed it
one letter at a time
like a good strip tease

but if i were to go somewhere
in the evening
during dreamtime
i would like to make a date with you
because
we have lots to talk about

sweet ride
down the lover's lane
with the headlights on high beam

saw- you get me right?