Tell me why I'm your dream girl
I wanted to create a work of art today. Not a pretty picture, not something tangible I could set on the patio furniture in my dining room or hang on the clean, beige walls of my world. No, I wanted to create a situation, a scene. I awoke this morning replaying a ceremony collage set to the throaty, wistful lyrics of a great lady. I woke to his smiling eyes and captivating spirit. His energy that emanated and resonated off of everyone around him. Her long dark lashes tickling her cheekbones that beamed with the glow of a blushing bride. He had a swagger and joy that I wanted to be near. I wanted to wear white and feel my eyelashes tickle my cheekbones as he told me why I was his dream girl. So I set a scene: white cotton waist-cinched dress that grazed my knees, on the beach. A flower in my hair. Lashes for days. I moved like a delicious liquid that felt the sea breeze and captured it. His eyes: soft yet strong; crazy yet comforting; clouded but crystalline. Unplanned to him. My scene. My work of art. He admitted that he wasn't good. I desperately wanted him to be.
Land of poverty and decadence,
Wavering souls wander starstruck streets.
Undulating clouds of cigar smoke
Trail leisurely behind Rolls Royces
Endless summer Sunday afternoons.
Hiding from the sun beneath palm trees,
Picnics disguising they've fallen again.
Rose gold watches and Prada purses,
Hundred dollar bills spill from silk sleeves.
Binging on bombastic brilliance
Overdosing parades of hearses
Always a reason to celebrate.
Up sober and going to bed clean
Three years sober feels the same as one day.
Are you starting over again, love?
Where have you been, where did you go?
My prince, chaffeured in carriages white.
Longing gazes out of this glass cell.
That swagger, that way, only you have,
Searching the streets for your laughing eyes.
Shooting stars on a sultry summer night.
Let's escape to this magical place:
Wealth, addiction, and those who claim both.
Pearls draped on luxurious necks,
White linen dresses cynched at the waist.
Hungry eyes and skin damp from sweat
From the beach or your drugs, my darling?
Let us please play pretend it is the first.
Political powerhouses park
Creatures of the night crawl at their call.
Florida's Village By The Sea
Transforms into a dark underworld.
Red carpets are frayed, tattered, and worn
Electric guitars hypnotize.
Sleep on the beach because you can't go home.
Rise with the sun and feel its soft kiss
I come alive when you've gone to sleep.
Carried by the breeze to greet the sea,
Meditative minds praying for peace.
Needles in the sand where children play
Holy place marred by last night's events.
Are you among these ship-wrecked souls, my love?
"I will never lie to you," you said,
"I'm a great person when I'm sober
Walk with me in this paradise."
Listening to your broken, sick heart
Tears come at the thought of it failing.
Your tatooed arms hold me safe and close,
Abused, though, by your heroine mistress.
Your voice and words become memory
Worn out from my mind's constant recall
Gradually a painful farewell.
No longer searching crowds for your face,
Exotic land now a shadow place.
A captive gone numb to her prison.
Freedom in dreams to wake whispering your name.
Days drift lazily and I survive;
Not from moving on but forgetting.
Mechanical, am I alive?
Same script and dance for lords and ladies.
Door opens, my weary eyes glance up;
My breathing stops and so does time
A desert mirage that I pray is real.
Your embrace and soft kiss on my cheek
Convince me and now I can breathe.
Victorious knight back from battle,
The monster slayed and you are set free.
You are magnificent, strong, and tall
You're my man and I'm your baby doll.
Life is so lovely, darling, don't you think?
Delray Darling
