Pages blew in the wind inviting me to tell you about what I didn’t tell you then and I still may not tell you now. My words hide my feelings, dug so deep lodging themselves in poetic phrases. Expressed from the corners of my body reaching into my core. Clarity of how my life proceeds reminds me of what and how telling you that nothing was ever enough. Thirst grounds itself in a tactile wind and fire breathing as my chest rises and falls. Drinking liquid life, feeling fights within. I resist an invitation to fly on a trapeze beyond my reach. Flying that night knowing I couldn’t, I shouldn’t, I won’t. My mind reaches for a grasp beyond ability. Seduced by a man with a Handlebar Mustache, frozen for I see my legs have been moved to much and not enough.
Was it my life that captured you or was it you who was so easily swept into a provocative song. Pictures got you and my interest was in the music. Those lyrics said what I couldn't. In essence it was the same. I will never forget the day when you were not gentle at all. I flirted with life and I became too old to take a ride.
