V-day

Done with the dancing.

Done with the song.

How far have we been and how long?

Some people just belong to the stories that they tell, and yet it is always about someone else's life too.

So how many times have we asked the question, "How many times...?"

If the answer that we are looking for does not come too soon, will we just wait for yet another blue moon? By the way the day has been so much more than yesterday.

It was in the late 70s that the memories of bodies painted with bathing suits came out on the cover of the portrait that seemed to wait for the world to spin around once more. Who will the bottle point to was on everyone's mind.

Kiss and tell they said. We have one more task to complain and then we are done.

Done with the dancing and done with the song.

Before we take the fake person out of the room, lets unscrew our own head.

Lets examine the question in a different light.

Would we be the same if it was always night?

The pictures will keep fading as I record these happenings.

Who are they talking about?

What did they whisper and what did they shout?

If only we knew, we would have danced some more.

Sung another song before we crossed the shore.

The waves were aroused by the moon, and the sky had covered the night with a blanket of silver stars.

It was alright so far.

How soon would the tides fade?

How soon will it take the fake person to identify the unscrewed head lying pointlessly on the bed?

Just a kiss could tell.

But we don't have time for that sort of thing.

It is either now or nothing.

Never can we argue about the things that we can't think.

Below the towers the margaritas flushed into a machine of booze, flowing through a stream of smoke.

The red light filtered the words that were soon to be forgotten under the breeze.

What a joke!

We have heard them laugh many times before.

We have heard them crack under the whip of the scary sorcerer.

What did the future hold we were never told.

Our ignorance appeared to be a shadow cast in the past somehow.

If tomorrow we die, will it appear that we had been so and so?

Only time will tell.

Hugs and kisses.

X and O.