Chris Isaak’s song ‘wicked game’ reminds me of a person I once knew… I associate a few people with songs but not too many because they are usually more complex than the song. This person was much more complex than the song 'wicked game' but it moves in the same way. Not the lyrics to the song but how they are sung and how the melody turns. I called her my shadow when I knew her something I'm working on about her.
My Shadow by invisible don 8/09
She turns like the vibrations off the strings, twisting in the air
The gyrations of her hips sweep, like a breeze
The pull on the cords like her back arching as she slips effortlessly from step to step
Her gaze a whisper, penetrating, soft and barely heard raising a chill
The slow brushing touch of her long fingers stops my breath
Her curves simple and yet more provocative than others.
Her desires quickly fill your thought with a word
Softly she wraps herself around you almost floating
You convince yourself she is more a dream than real
To spare the ache for her when the flutter of the curtains showing when she is gone
Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
Thursday, August 6, 2009
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