turning
around in turtle town
i watch the shells go by
the
yellow cars parked at the bar
were waiting with a sigh
the
neon lights consumed the night
and shone upon her face
she
didn’t dwell within a shell
or walk a turtle’s pace
a
patient wait became my fate
as two years drifted by
but i
was there to hold her
on the morning that she cried
the
devil watched as butterscotch
was dancing on her lips
my
fingers traced her perfect face
as we joined at the hips
and
though the sun may rise and fall
a hundred thousand times
she is
still the victim in
this perpetrated crime
for
though we fight and talk and love
and fight and talk again
she’s
the only victory
i just can’t seem to win
and
though i know that everything
is everything she is
i’m
sure i’m not the answer to
the questions on her quiz
and i
will watch the movies about
unrequited love
for
even in these bindings i
will try to rise above
and
why should love’s confusion
be different within her arms
i look
for words that are unheard
although all of her charm
is in
the deed not in the word
a tenderness so rare
she
gives me everything but words
within this soft affair
she
lets me take all that i want
so why is she not mine
i
thought that in the architect
she would be the design
for
once i thought i saw her
talking to another man
and i
became the jealousy
that showed me that i can
care
so much about a touch
but only if it’s hers
i
cannot breathe or feel relieved
until that touch occurs
and
yet i know she’ll torture me
by being what is coy
but
she’s the only moment
that i ever have enjoyed
but
she just has to say the word
and everything i am
will
leave the turtles and their shells
eternally condemned
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