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in the studio
by Scott Cadence
In the midst of the first morning stretch
tossel haired
arms behind your head
sheets gently slipping
by days in the studio,
a hot shower to cleanse off the layers -
I was just thinking about you...that's all
(no surprise)...I should stop writing these things
I just wanted to say
You drive me nuts sometimes...amazingly and wonderfully
and I'm usually fearless (when it comes to me) but when it comes to 'us'
you always put the biggest smile on my face...
such purity...such utter, selfless love -
your words are your life, and your story is always near,
I never thought these few words would be read
have me rapt, wanting to unfold, and lay free...
just waiting for that
naked-on-the-windowsill lifestyle
even if it's hard to get the whole picture
midway between LA and Las Vegas...
not yet in Kentucky
five large canvases (54" x 54)
always have something to say
and still
there are no easy answers...
But I never said I didn't miss you.
moments and words you possess –
Writing something brilliant tonight...?
A tuft of hair turned up or awry
I want to live that long enough to shed a tear
I miss that
I used to be afraid of it
::sigh::
We take a lot for granted don't we?
Luckily time does heal...
spur me furtherÂ…
Words flirting with each other...
Desiring an open palm... to whisper -
if I could be twenty years younger,
a ball of wax
confused and easily molded -
does it make a difference
who the photographer was,
If they said it best
If not KNOWING you will make the words go away -
Those Fingers may no longer trace my face,
but my lips
will always drink your moonlight...
Shall I be
your satisfying ending?
12/12/2002 Author's Note: I used the history option from pathetic's personal messages and used single lines from messages sent to me over the years. I had a lot of good material to work with. So... I dedicate this to them, my closest friends, you know who you are. :)
Posted on 12/12/2002
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