"strange creatures we are,
you and i," she gets up from the couch,
stands in front of me, looks into my eyes.
"shot in the heart
with cupid's crooked arrow,"
and then she sighs, "an ill fated love."
"hey, you left me moaning in pain,"
some sorrow in my voice, "for far too long so
feel for us creatures
seeking love,
afraid to lose the love
once given like sunshine
on a spring day." I take her
into my arms
and her cheek rests against my cheek
and she whispers in my ear, "you could
tap dance and juggle at the same time."
rain tapping against the windowpane.
"our distant stars
riding the cosmic train.
we are joined together
in some beautiful gift
that we will never be able to understand."
"*******." she tells me, and smiles.
(Tap dancing, love. and riding the cosmic train.
a lost art.)