Tonight with You Countless candles flare themselves into loose strings of pearls up and down the stairs with the lively lilt of my steps. From ample ancient urns clothed in bloom and verdigris, full flushed antique roses dispense heated mauve and myrrh scents. And from a domed baroque balcony a ripe moon beams breezy glances on fresh laundry hanging crooked in small musky backyards. Cause I'm going to see you tonight. There'll be no weeping widows in decrepit cathedrals, no broken plaster angels with pure alabaster eyes. There'll be no disturbed women mumbling toothless solo dialogues as they peel off worn out rags to wade mossy fountains in the park. There'll be no pomp and circumstance, no lavish feasts for debutantes, no lazy siestas for bureaucrats, no medals for dictators or generals. Cause I'm going to see you tonight. When at last your shadow darkens my porch and we race your Camaro down narrow back alleys eager for the open road. My bare feet on the dash and the brisk magik of curves meeting hollow when you pull me to your side. Disco and oblivion will die, Cupid's arrows will pierce accountants and lawyers to suffer for Love. Cause I'm going to see you tonight. All the halves will greet the whole when hands cup a hesitant soul to hem in sullen longings with kisses and promises whispered. There will be light over the face of the deep. Cause I'm going to see you tonight. |