Never been in love or loved
Struggled to stay afloat
Can any man be so perfect
As a series of musical notes?
Something primal making it sing
Slapping bongos or tambourine
Skin aglow, feeling the sting
(Fantasy in chords of blue
How will I ever find you)
Flavor of a good man
Like eating chocolate ice cream
As taste buds revived deliciously
In a piquant dream
Something primal making it sing
Blowing horns hot as a thermal spring
Blood pumping, riding an upswing
(Fantasy of honeyed kiss
Craving a present life of bliss)
Longing for a reality
Consigning all the nightmares
Back to the dreaded past
Of implacable, ghosts of despair
Something primal making it sing
Fast picking of guitar’s heart strings
Spiraling out on strong beating wings
(Fantasy of love in the now
Intending to live the myth somehow)
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Huffington Post (no identification)
