“How can I move on..when I’m still stuck to you?”
(Two Troublesome Loons Sticky and Glued………..Heavyhearted, Torn, and Blue…………………Love struck, and Confused…………… Hated and Weighted…………….. Dizzy and Sedated……………. Painfully plucking away each others feathers..but so salty the tears, they bind the Leather Tether even more…tightly together)
My Date Night
New China Red Lipstick for shiny red lips.
New practiced glide and New extra sway of hips.
A promised date on an outdated calendar.
A long-awaited Escape to something grander. Something better or Greener, Tender and maybe Finer.
A long bath, manicure and pretty toe.
A rose oiled rub-down for a sun-kissed glow.
A New flirty scent with honey flavored powder.
A hopeful tasty treat for the suitor of the hour
A diamond g-string with matching push-up bra.
A desired finished product..free of blemish nor hint of flaw.
A full frontal view, a rear view and side……
but in the mirror the chain can’t hide.
Bulky and mismatched.
Out of place yet still attached….
His Date Night..
A drive to comfort… a familiar caw. A hiked skirt with hidden claw. A One night proposal or maybe a lifetime. A dream of stability, loyalty, trust, and finally fidelity. A friendship wished upon and a love never torn. A likeness of self and hopes of something easy and never felt.
Delighted he watched her, and secretly checked off his prized requirement list. But, as the night ensued..her perfectness became strangeness. Her motives became questionable. No longer tempted his mind wandered…and instantly….
My Night (Continued)
….It drags from room to room, clings and clangs. It sticks to my heels and no matter how hard I kick..it always hangs. Dangling, pulling and tugging. Yanking, suckling, and hugging.
It trips me up….. then knocks me down.
Now..just look at me! All dressed and ready..just to lay on the ground.
But..not for long..cause when I fell..It yanked him too. A tumbling, and bumping, through Heaven and Hell he flew..right back to me…stuck like glue.
Now..here we are sit, two Crazy Loons. Fools for searching for what we already knew.
It always ends up the same way, no matter how far we THINK we may be able to stray…It’s just US..
…………Tight forever…with hopes of never…escaping the safety of the cage that we built from each others feather… and the love-struck leather; infused with the blood and sweat of our relationship… is the tether.
I can’t get over you babe..