Plymouth Street
Was like Plymouth rock
We broke new ground
And explored new thought
I hugged her twice
On the day we met
Never in my life
Had I felt that yet
More than carnal -
It was more like cosmic -
So no wonder why I saw stars
Once I lost it - pitch black
My voice box barely intact -
Waking up in the night
Like I'd been slapped
With the cold hand of death
No man, not yet. And I'm wide awake.
I can't leave the bed even though
I try to escape, I am trapped in my head.
Mislead by myself
I need to find myself, again.