A Pitter Patter Speak Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

To be grown up before our eyes,
wearing a second skin,
a model of maturity,
set to rise, the dignified,

you besmearch me with that stare,
forever frozen timeliness
set to spark your fans
to a pitter patter speak

in hushed tones or in attraction
like a magnet as if your eyes would follow
them if they were to stare and move about,
transfixed by those lips, to fantasize of a kiss

lasting a lifetime, but to dream
to hold your hand or in your arms
off into our twilight age, married long for many years,
ah the fantasy, ah the gorgeosity and splender...

to one day have love last a lifetime