Would you take my hand tonight,
And would you take the lead if I asked you to,
For this once it would be prudent,
To follow our feelings for each other,
Yes, it would be best,
To act on our impulses,
Because we are young and soft,
And we will live forever
In each other’s eyes, yes, and
In each other’s arms,
We are invincible.
So take my hand tonight.
Something I said, in memory,
Something that haunts me every day,
As I look back on tempestuous times.
Times of strife, chaos, disorder, conflict.
Times of sadness, anger, violence.
Those days are not my fondest.
Growing up in my mother’s home,
We argued, we fought, we shouted,
There were hurtful experiences to be sure.
And on those days, when the tension
Boiled over into an expression
Of hit and miss, chase and tag, and
The belt would come out. Oh, the belt!
Those times I would run to the front door,
Unlock it as fast as I could, and run
Down the sidewalks and across
The streets of my neighborhood,
In my socks, or barefooted,
In the rain sometimes, or after dark,
To my friend’s house, where I could cry,
And then relax and forget, and then
I could be safe again, and then,
My mom would call, to check to see
If I was there, and she would say
I should come home. And when
I was sure the storm had passed,
I would go home again.
So I said to him, do you take baths in volcanoes often? He said, not often but I do like a cup of soup every now and then. Cues. Cuz, you don’t know the half of it! He likes to munch on cucumbers and bathe in onions! So what time do you walk around the block on your tip toes? Is there a certain temperature you like it to be when you’re soaking your feet? Or how about when you clean your dentures? Atta boy!
Stumbling along the sidewalk 