third girl from the left

[constantine]

prone to emotional entanglements
of a fevered, imaginary kind
it's like there's a theatre in my head
like it's all going on upstairs
in the balcony of the balcony
photons simmer on the silver screen
how many women have i loved
the waitress, the librarian,
the elevator girl,
jane in the treehouse -
cheetah was going nuts
i love them all and always will
somewhere
there is a woman in the dark
who understands me
likes how i carry myself
my dark, brooding features
my winning smile
how many women have i loved
there's no telling
extras and walk ons
the third girl from the left
with the blue eyes
the big sleepers
that have seen a lot
that know the score
but don't care for addition
i like the way her knee bends
as if swept away by the pleasure
and passion of the kiss
that settles everything
doesn't matter baby
the troubles of a lifetime forgotten
the anger and frustration
all the shitty things i did
gone bye-bye
i can see it in your eyes
a hundred feet away
fifty feet high
if she knew me she would love me
she loves me she loves me not
fifty years ago she would've loved me
but i was just a baby then