Incarnadine. It’s fleshy, sexual, delectable, carnal, and yet, dignified somehow.
A squirrel stole my Mars bar, that
Scoundrel, that thief…
He clearly has no idea
Who he’s dealing with.
His eyes, large as moons,
They were larger than his mouth.
He had to have the whole thing, that glut,
I’d had but a bite.
And I swear it on Atlantis,
It was that same cheeky pest
Drank up half my lucky last month
While I worked on plans for my time car.
Have no doubt he’s got it comin’,
For I’ve seen where he stashes his loot,
On the tallest branch of that oak by the pond
And hear this: I know his secret…
I’ll lure him with something no squirrel can resist
His one and only true love,
One note of the pacific flutistry of Jethro Tull,
And he’ll scamper and prance right into my trap.
I wanted to tell you that I loved you
When you said good-night and turned away.
I was about to tell you I loved you
But you blinked when I was about to look you in the eye.
I forgive you for these things,
And for being so shy.
On a dime I would have turned to you,
Had you called my name.
If you’re afraid I think you’re a fool,
Please don’t, I never wanted to cause you pain.
I know how hard it is at times
To take one’s share of the blame.
Two paths diverged in a forest as they say,
But they didn’t bother to mention that when you step
Out from night’s fire into light of day
That the fire leaves no path behind you,
And as the blazing sun sears your retinas
The memory of love fades away.
“Figuratively speaking” She said.
“Figuratively speaking it’s the end of the world?” I asked
“Yes, I was speaking figuratively… Did you think I wasn’t?” She asked.
“Yeah… never mind, I just thought you were talking about that giant asteroid hurtling toward us, sorry.”
“Oh, yeah… no.”