young they she he walks across the plaza that is across the plaza that is union square christmas lights nay seasonal lights glowing brightly oh so dancing merrily in the crisp san Francisco evening the tree is lit people mill about shoppers tourists maybe a few of us locals hardly a one of us natives
young they she he walks across the plaza she walks down the steps from post street she wearing a smart black dress too innocent for the audrey hepburn look innocent in that young not yet sophisticated sort of way maybe in from the east bay concord walnut creek not quite an orinda dress needs another zero on the price tag she does have that classic walk down though stepping down the steps balanced in high heels arms crossed holding her purse across her breasts head bowed gently looking down stepping one sleek high heel at a time all we needed was a bit of a breeze to cast her hair behind floating on the spirits sailing past her they come together beneath the massive tree
they smile they kiss
the kiss it lingers his hand slides up to her waist barely touching her waist hovering near her waist their lips wander slowly sensuously apart to the face the cheek the forehead the nose to the lips and again casually not carelessly she has to reach up oh so slightly up onto her toes her high heeled toes her calves tighten taffy pull beneath dark nylon shadows they whisper let me dance for you
they kiss they smile
he takes her hand she spins open arms spread wide gloriously wide head back face beaming upwards challenging the glow of the season marlo thomas that girl she only lacks the hat eye smile on the inside then eye smile on the outside eye love to see the love eye think that once you’ve been in love you’re always in love don’t you eye think the more you love the more you can love the more you need to love don’t you eye think that eye love you and eye love you and eye love you and eye love you don’t you
they kiss they smile
eye think love is a very funny fucked up thing don’t you eye think love deserves the nice lights dark fringes of evening eye think love needs all these people strolling along ones twos threes some arm in arm some talking some laughing some yeah crying eye think love wants it all don’t you
story book moment eye can still see them sometimes yeah sometimes eye can
cab sliding down geary street outside the abbey tavern two couples young couples come stumbling out of the abbey grungish young laughing joking tripping over each other catching each other holding hands waists arms around shoulders everyone kissing everyone wiggle giggle shake shake they be so fucking cute eye just want to put them on a stick and lick them all over cab sliding down geary street three young ladies three girls backseat of the cab window down somehow all three lean out the window waving at the two stumbling couples who give the surprise hey howya right backatcha wiggle giggle shake shake three girls backseat of the cab they howl laughing hyena howl screaming laugh a love laugh eye laugh sitting in my car at the light a little dave bromberg telling the judge judge help me judge send me to the lectric chair eye laugh
don’t you know once you’ve been in love you never stop loving don’t you know the more you love the more you can love don’t you know the more you love the more you need to love don’t you know that eye love you and eye love you and eye love you and eye love you don’t you know they dance my lovely group from the abbey they dance they sing they hug they kiss on the street corner declaring their love for each other for the corner for the street for the neighborhood eye mean why not
sitting at the bar at the clift bar dazzling couple she blond he dark short hair cut both in their forties their cool forties she sits on a stool facing him the bar is crowded they don’t notice she got that little black dress on so dark against her pale skin he has on that dark dark suit light blue shirt crisp like the night no tie she unbuttons a couple of the top buttons slide her hand along the bare skin of his chest he leans over he whispers something into her ear eye can’t hear if it were me eye’d be saying
eye adore you eye love you eye crave you
but eye don’t know eye can’t hear he whispers something into her ear she smiles sighs grins he leans over to whisper again his hand slides between her thighs oh they part just so do they part beneath the darkness of the dress disappears a sharp breath her lips to his neck throat eye think once you’re in love you’re never not in love don’t you eye think once you love you just gotta love more and more don’t you
eye think love is a funny fucked up thing don’t you
story book moments seeing is believing and all that
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