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.