Yes, I dig you
like an old soul record,
each groove deep and smooth
like an old 45. So much soul
to be reckoned with, I beckon
with my call in a world so small
the stars can’t help but align, make mountains
from bridges that burn between you and I.
And the beat goes on…no rhyme or reason
in the beauty of this song. Minutes become hours
become days become months and here
we are, still pushing it to the limit,
still taking it too far. Beyond
the signs and cars, numbers and hazy
bars is a silence few can understand,
a small section of earth with its own
jazzy funk band. I hold out my hand,
eager to take you there.

I breathe deep, find my center
and dispel all negative thoughts
that attempt to enter my domain.
There’s a storm brewing, energy
moving, and I want to go outside
and turn my face up to the rain, make love
a religion and call it by your name.

07/31/2009

Posted on 07/31/2009
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