Draft: Endangered Pleasures 2/Your Way

You walk in all big and tall

Owning the place

Kick off your shoes

And put your feet up

Blissfully unaware

That you weren't

Invited

Baby, I love your way

Say what you mean

Stop begging me to ask you

I'm not a puppet

Only interested by the

Trailers you use to 

Tease me

Charming and funny

In your way
I watch you in awe
Unsuspecting the
Twister
Standing still

© 2011 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.


A friend suggested that the thoughts in Endangered Pleasures were three stories. And after Brian suggested I flesh them out, I'm giving it a try. So story 1 is Your way. Still not quite there but coming.

Draft: Endangered Pleasures

Floating on an aria in my back sea

As the seagulls in
Finding Nemo say: Mine :)

I smile as I think, it doesn't get better than this
Unless, of course
It's like this
I sip timber inspiration from a cup of mistake making
A muse less decision to live a life I envy

You walk in all big and tall
Owning the place
You kick off your shoes
And put your feet up
Blissfully unaware
That you weren't
Invited

Baby, I love your way

You wind my clock never ticking
Yepping like you heard my story never told
I walk through walls
Did you know that?

I refuse to think I can't

Not a mirror reflecting
But a woman projecting
I'm defending endangered pleasures
Mine



© 2011 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.


A first draft inspired by way too many seemingly mismatched thoughts in my head. From people invading personal space, getting lost in a love, to making choices to live how you wish, to loving life and protecting it. I sing the line "Baby I love your way" to my cat all of the time. Garnet Rogers played at a venue last night and made an electric guitar sound like an underwater aria, his voice the timber of a ship floating along it.