Monday, July 04, 2005
Motel Room full of Marilyns’
Motel Room full of Marilyns'
Spectrum bubbling into troubles
Bundled up for all to see
Hide behind the softest silk scarf
You still make no sense to me.
I can see you through your clothing
I can smell you in the air
Deliriously camped out in this bedroom
In a lens cap love affair
We should drink champagne together
Laugh out loud and cut the dark
Stalk the memory for forgiveness
Summer’s day jazz in the park
This is no fashion shot assignment
These are the words you’ll wait to hear
“Let’s make love in this excitement”
Then we’ll slowly disappear.