The night of two thousand-four-
Unlike all nights afore…
Time went awry while sleeping
Dreaming like Prince that night
In nineteen hundred ninety-nine.
I feel the warmth of your breath
Whispering in my ear; and my heart
Pulsating and likely to burst; yet
My old car is not up to speed, and
Unable to-get-up-and -go, plus can't
Take me to parties anymore.
The incoming ocean-tide I can't ride-
But comfort from your touch I feel
The sweetness of your kiss I taste
Dreamy eyes lull the raging storm and
Yet mud no longer holds back the waves
Still tonight's our night and
Everything will be all right
I used to sing the blues, but
Indigo turns blue inside out
I can say tonight is right and
Tomorrow satisfactory…
April 23,2016
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