I can just see you now
Walking hand in hand
With a faceless man...
Through a field or the Arboretum...
Hair freshly done, blowing softly in the gentle breezes...
You try vainly to brush from your face a wayward strand…
You’re barefoot – holding your sandals in your hand
Feet pedicured (French, of course)...
Sundress on with matching shades & purse...
Eating a strawberry ice cream cone...
Your tongue flickering out ever-so-often...
To catch the sticky drops running down on your fingers...
As the sun lingers on your face...
Out-shone only by your dazzling perfect smile...
In this dazzling, perfect place
In this dazzling, perfect time
Is it all in my mind?
Have I just caught a fresh Summer breeze in late October?
Can it be real or have your words taken my mental erogenous zone over?
Is it Deja Vu?
Have I truly been "there" with you?
Somehow I think I have... Some day I think I will...
Some time when I cross your path...
Somewhere we'll both stand still,
And live this dream together.
Or is it just a mere Fantasy?
The longing dream of a man who can be...
Stirred...
Consumed by the fire of your words...
Your phrases and sentences...
Affecting all six of my senses
Like nothing else does...
A spell with the power to take me
Tell me, but don’t wake me
Simply because...
I’m likin’ this...