13. Love again

As I look back the words crumble and tumble
And still I find I can’t forget and I let
Myself be sad, too bad
As I look back at what might be, I cry lightly
And still I find another’s face in my place
Pleasing you, teasing you

But I will find the words again
Let myself be hurt again
Feel another’s hand clutching mine
And another’s cheek touching mine
Touching mine, touching mine

As I look back at the hunger of us younger
And still I find I can savour that sweet flavour
It’s been too long, too strong
As look on at me naïve and still believe
That I can find one more lover, one more another
Might as well, who can tell

You can look at the boy with the mutter and the stutter
You can hear what he says to the mother and the lover
But the pain and the pleasure he can never feel together
He is queasy and uneasy at the feeling he’s concealing
So he begs and he borrows of the status of a traitor
But he cannot chop and change, make the bidder reconsider
He listens to the patter of the people who don’t matter
And he tries and he cries to be slicker and still quicker
But the fates have decided that the sitter is a quitter
So he runs and he hides, he’s the fawner in the corner
But waiting are the tellers and the conversation sellers
And the boy is flung upon the storm