Friday, June 11, 2010

Personal Chick-Flick

It hit me like a dream of passion or desire
his icy blue eyes melt me by the flame of the fire
we play tag with our gazes as the fire grows hotter
we catch each other glancing being occupied by others
each ember of the flame is jealous of our spark
as we're caught in the act through the light in the dark-
mouthing words to each other until I finally motion
for him to come join my side of the fire by the ocean
movie-like chemistry stirs the flame
as we introduce ourselves by stating our name
after some great laughs and amazing conversation
cops came to break up the occasion
everyone scatters like cockroaches in the light
a safe distance away and now he's out of my sight
I search but he's gone, never to be seen again
I'm left with the remains of the memory of my dream man.

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