Six pack under her arm and a sultry smile
So I invite her in to stay a while
Curl up in front of the fire and drink
And talk like old friends
Who have never been lovers
Which only makes me think
Of all the good times we had
Her and I dodging sleep like it were a poisoned dart
Wrapped snug in the illusion that we were creating art
All that youthful passion gone
Her looking older and sadder
But still smart and sexy
And why did we never get together
Wrong time/wrong place
A trace of regret lingers
As I touch her cold fingers
Her eyes spent coals as 1am draws near
Until she fades completely
Its like she were never there
Me alone/cold/reaching for air
Losing her again and again is killing me
If only we could run away
I’d take her someplace timeless and hold her
With all my might against the ticking clock
Stop time with the sheer force of my heart
Hold back the rotating globe
The fearsome force of seasons
Sheltering her from nightly death
In the dark apocalypse of my love.© shaun patrick green 2011
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