Tell me
is your love contracting
retracting
from a lack of use
were you truly acting
a leading actress on too many rainy nights
and much too much dry vermouth
Tales of love abound
in the recesses of forgotten minds
yet when the stars neglect to align
the combined
confessions
or our shared affection
leave us love struck and colorblind
no colors to discern
lust being a short term
answer to angels dancing
in the grottos
of ghetto avenues
to mixed reviews
Tell me
did you really mean it
when you said I was the one
or was I a gluton
for the religion
of a poisoned
perversity
was your interest in me
strictly
confidential
non essential
in the large scheme of things
Tales of our woe abound
differing in delivery
from mouth to mouth
what can our love
truly be about
if it doesn't have the clout
to silence our doubts
baby
do I have to rediscover
the man in me who once hovered
above our reality
are you and I truly meant to be
or should our intensity
have been delayed
until
the last love song was played
Tell me
do you think of me
when waking to begin your day
or does my image bounce and sway
on a ray
of sunlight obscured by clouds
are you still proud
to be my baby-boo
do you replay
the passionate love we made
or a love forbade
the demons we slayed
or the nights we prayed
the wilted bouquet
or the cost we defrayed
to be hopelessly in love
when push comes to shove
do you believe in what we portray
or does our portriat belay
the cost of love we neglected to weigh
say
sweetly
that you love me
totally
absolutely
and I will respond in kind
do we now lock into a love everlasting
or remain fasting
intil the light of heaven penentrates
the darkness of our minds
do we remain frozen in time
images of once upon a time
now a crime
scene
reams upon reams
of film documented
augmented
by our doubts
Tales of love lost in paradise
sacrificed
to the whims of chance
our romance
our rants
our dance
in Paris, France
the wine
the sunshine
the April rain
images forgotten in our minds
lost to time
caputred only in pain
a trance
a moondance
that once enhanced
our love now broken by the shaman's spell
maybe
it's just as well
Tell me
are you ready to walk away
now our today
is on the precipice of a future sublime
is the time
in the hourglass
at last
out of rhythm
lost in senseless rhyme
now your heart refuses to communicate
with mine
will we refuse to climb
obstacles now
in the prime
of our love lives
can we hope to survive
will we continue to be starved for love
or revive
our love long delayed
pardon me
mon cheri
I will wait for your confession of love everlasting
when the last love song has played

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