I'll Dream of Paradise
Come dance with me,
my love
in the golden haze
of twilight ...
the wind's fragrant whisper,
the aroma of fine wine
no,
come dance with me, my love
where ink flows like fragrant wine
lets be wild, with the scent
of circumstance
no, come dance with me
where the good times roll,
the music flows and we can spread
our wings... no,
come dance with me
as crazy as a wild man
we'll drink beer on tap
and have a few shots - then
when we finally get home,
we'll throw off the spread
and try, once more,
to compose something
like a poem
but, end up, whining
for an hour
about whose fault
it was we ran out of coffee
and cigarettes ...
you'll scream
at the neighbor's barking dog
while I'll dream
of paradise
and memorize
the tv guide
I'll try to forget you gave
the waitress, in "our" restaurant,
our home number
and tomorrow, my dearest,
we'll spend an endless summer
in complete silence,
avoiding each other's eyes.
Deborah Russell, © 2001
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