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B is for "What She Said..."


Somewhere in my mind
Or maybe in the corner of my heart
Far left
Where I keep the issues of long dead stories
A film plays
This is what’s on the reel:

A circle of friends 
Gathered round the laughter
Maybe it’s Christmas
Or the mornings thereafter

His head leans against my side
His feet flail over the chair
And as we sit there
I play with his hands

It's not a promise of something further
It's not Eros or Impending Disaster 
I just… play with his hands.
Hands that know its way around a playstation
Hands that hold a console like a politician’s grasp on the money of a nation
Hands that play games…

I’m playing with hands that play games...
I’m longing for hands that play games....
I'm looking for hands that curl and flail
And hold me all along a trail
Back to … I don’t know where.
But it’s perfect there.

All our friends are there.
Laughing, eating, not caring…. That we two ARE and no more WERE
Four eyes caught
Two hands meet.
Hands that play games
I’m playing with hands that play games.

I’m playing with hands that play games...
I’m longing for hands that play games....
I'm looking for hands that curl and flail
And hold me all along a trail
Back to … I don’t know where.
But it’s perfect there.

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