Not In the Stars


You’re a modern day Romeo

with baggy jeans, a leather cap-

part of the hip-hop scene.

I’m a 21st century Juliet-

long, black hair and tight blue jeans,

living life with the shades down.

Then you stepped onto the floor.

Your eyes reached for me

and I felt their soft caress

I don’t know what you saw in me;

all you said is,

“No one is like you.”

Don't know how it happened,

but I fell in love.

You fought it, but you fell too.

I tried to keep my feelings to myself,

but you broke me down-

and our love affair began...

You pulled me into your circle

with a gentle brush of your hand,

but then you wanted more.

There I stood in the battlefield

of my weary heart-

sword in hand, shield in the other

and I lost.

Remember the first kiss;

your grandma’s basement;

the apple slices that dripped juice down my chin...

the late-night rendezvous in candlelight,

when you were stoned,

and I was drunk on you?

Should have never been together,

but couldn’t stand to be apart-

for what was wrong, was everything

that’s right.

Five o’clock in the morning

when night turned unto day,

you walked away with my love

and left the scent of you behind.

It’s burned into my senses.

The feel of your body

deeply etched into my fingertips.

I watched you walk out that door,

a bounce in your step,

a crooked smile on your sultry lips...

As the tears of melancholy

whispered of our star-crossed tale,

I smiled, and softly said good-bye.

Published in the 2004 Moontowncafe calendar.

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