The art, adventures, wit (or lack thereof), verse, ramblings, lyrics, stories, rants & raves of Christopher R. Bakunas
Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012
Friday, May 29, 2015
The Storm Settled Down But The Passion Never Did
She looked for all the world like a film star
From the golden era of movies
When all the men wore tuxes to all-night parties
And the women wore out the men
Kept her thick dark hair cropped short
She liked it to frame her face for effect
He looked like a man confused and out of place
Standing near a fountain in the warm afternoon rain
With an unopened umbrella tucked under his arm
She walked up and asked him for the time
He watched her lips as she spoke but didn't hear a word
Motionless he stood as she waited for an answer
He snapped to as she repeated the request
And he stammered out words that riveted her attention
She liked the way his eyes darted furtively as he smiled
Wondered if he might be more than a good tan
They stood together by the fountain in the afternoon rain
Words tumbled out of mouths and into eager ears
Mutually attracted, mutually intoxicated, mutually askew
They had both known this feeling before, this feeling -
Like swimming in mud through the middle of a traffic jam
Time slowed down around them as they made the jump
Numbers exchanged, plans made for coffee on Tuesday
Tuesday coffee making for a Friday night date
The date lead to years of complete unrestrained indulgence
In one way or another in every way they could imagine
Reckless, feckless, they left each other breathless
Two hearts fleeing from the world as one
Decades passed and they both liked to tell the story
Of a how a young woman with thick dark, short cropped hair
Asked an out of place man standing by a fountain in the rain
If he had the time
And how the man's confused look cleared up when he said
"For you, I have all the time in the world"
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