Keep An Opened Mind

Keep An Opened Mind

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Baby Interruptus

Somehow, through the haze that our lives have become,
we ended up next to each other,
under the covers,
with darkness and silence all around.

The soft sound of her rhythmic breathing;
the faint scent of perfume worn off by the long, hectic day;
the tickle of her hair in my face,
reminds me that I still have a pulse.

Lightly, I stroke the length of her soft, bare back;
Gently, I press my lips where an earring was recently removed.

In a half sleep, she purrs and subtly moves her body closer to mine.
With eyes closed our bodies begin to melt into each other
and a stirring of passion, long subdued,
begins to awaken from beneath the slumber.

Silent is the darkness.

Slowly we adjust,
turning towards each other,
with anticipation keeping our worn bodies in motion
against the want of sleep for which we lack.

A muffled creak escapes
from a tired coil in the box spring beneath the weathered mattress,
stifling the movement of our entangling limbs.

An unheard awareness of motion
from the corner of the room.

A sigh.
A peep.
A moan.
A cry
and a wail.

The pain of the colic
has awakened the reminder of a love we once shared
without fear of making a noise.

The bodies untangle, unfulfilled.

She slips out from under the covers,
dons her cotton robe
and tends to the miracle struggling with life anew
not knowing if or when the missed moment
might occur again.

Always the Friend

Always the friend but never the lover,
On the end of the phone, but not under the covers
Around me often beautiful women do hover,
But I’m always the friend and never the lover.

They say I’m a nice guy, who’s easy to like,
I listen intently and am always polite.
I’m witty and funny and show women a good time,
But to date me then hate me would be such a crime.

So, I’m …
Always the friend but never the lover,
On the end of the phone, but not under the covers
Around me often beautiful women do hover,
But I’m always the friend and never the lover.

They end up with guys who treat them all wrong
Then cry on my shoulder with the same dance and song
When I suggest that perhaps they should give me a try
They say, “And loose my best friend? Why then I would die.”

So, I’m …
Always the friend but never the lover,
On the end of the phone, but not under the covers
Around me often beautiful women do hover,
But I’m always the friend and never the lover.

Seems to me maybe I should stop being so nice,
Treat all of the women like a sexual device
But when I tried that once it wasn’t such a hit,
I just came across as some guy full of …

So, I’m …
Always the friend but never the lover,
On the end of the phone, but not under the covers
Around me often beautiful women do hover,
But I’m always the friend and never the lover.