"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."


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Saturday, December 31, 2011

Meeting At The Train Station








I see you step out of the wagon and search the crowd. Finally your eyes fall upon me. I rush to you, throwing myself in your arms, my laughter and tears competing with each other. You hold me close, my feet no longer touch the ground. Then you kiss me, a kiss that flips my whole existence upside down . . . sweet . . . exhilarating. I don't care that people are watching, I only see you . . . you and your inviting smile . . . you and your sparkling eyes . . . you and your sensual mouth . . . it has always been you!
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