In the Darkness

In the darkness
You made me feel smart
You made me feel good.

In the darkness
We went beyond lust
We trusted and felt.

In the darkness
You said hurry and
We hurt no more then.

In the darkness
We talked and it was
My fault we were no more.

In the darkness
You responded and
In the light you called.

In the darkness
I knew no further
Closeness could be reached.

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Still I think about
You day to day
A day does not go
By without you
In my mind and heart.
They will remain
Yours despite the loss
Of your presence.

Mmm hmmm mmm
mmm hmmm
Hmm your love is there
And though you are
With another now
I am still deeply
In love with you.

There'll be another
Not to replace
Not for the rebound
But for my own

Mmm hmmm hmmm mmm hmm
mmm mmm mmm mmm

Writer's Embellishment to Your Life

Pt. 5

"You know that new novel I'm writing? The one that's causing me so much trouble? I started talking to a counselor. I'm having some strange feelings . The man in the novel is a cop. You remember that, right? Well he starts having an affair. I think I told you about this one, right? Well, I started having this, I don't know, transposed sense that maybe I should have an affair, too. I know that's not right. You know I love you. Don't you? Well, I called a counselor and we've been talking it through. But now the counselor is having feelings for me.

"No, we didn't do anything. But she's very attractive. And I was just about to cave in. But I told her we couldn't see each other any more. That's when you came in. Here's her card. I don't know. I'm so sorry about the whole thing. I...I don't know what to say. I'm sorry."

"Hmmm..." was all that Nancy said as she looked at the card. Was she going to buy it? Had you done the right thing by not quite coming clean? Was there a divorce on the horizon for Dana Bramwell, Colorado writer? You had nothing to lose, but would you lose it all anyway? Would you end up living on a cot where you worked at the SPCA?

"I think I do remember you telling me about a counselor. Was it really necessary to go that far?"

"I don't know. It seemed to help at first, but we started going in the wrong direction. I wanted to explore my feelings, but..."

"Well, it's all over now, I assume."

Next year's New Year's Eve was slightly different. Nancy and you went on a double date to the same old pub. There Betty was standing in the corner looking over a young man's shoulder. She winked a few times too many and you looked her way often, but those afternoons will ever be in your memory of what not to do.

Writer's Embellishment to Your Life

Pt. 4

"Um!" Was all you could think of to say.

Eddie Murphy you weren't with his quick answers and ad libs in "Beverly Hills Cop." Come to think of it you were a writer. You weren't good on your feet at all. That's why you wrote so you could take time to gather your thoughts and put them into an order that was good sense. Was this good sense? Was this the right thing to do when you loved your wife and didn't want her to leave you?

"Honey, we have to talk," you said trying to give yourself a minute to gather your thoughts. "I'll meet you in the kitchen in a minute." Now what? You asked yourself.

You hung up the phone on Betty forever. You felt guilty for that, too, but you felt more guilt about your wife. How were you going to fix it?

Nancy was in the kitchen when you got there. You had a crazy idea of offering coffee and then pouring it in her lap accidentally. Because of the pain and the trip to the hopsital she would forget completely about the phone call. Then again it was a really stupid idea.

You took a deep breath and began.

Writer's Embellishment to Your Life

Pt. 3

Your second liaison with Betty went better than the first. You had time together. Nancy did not return home too soon. But something felt wrong. You had been with Nancy too long. You had shared so many secrets, so many hopes, so many dreams.

The sex was good with Betty. Very sensual. Very good all around. But your emotions were tugging you in a different direction. Nancy wouldn't let you go. Or you wouldn't let Nancy go. You hadn't really planned to leave Nancy anyway. I mean, how could you? And now that you had committed adultery, you knew you had to go back for good. You wouldn't continue.

You called Betty the next week. You started talking to her and it was true you cared about her. You told her this. But things couldn't go on. Betty understood. She wasn't looking for anything serious either. She understood you were a married man from the beginning.

In the middle of the conversation, something had happened. Nancy had come into the house and didn't realize you were on the phone. You were in the bedroom with the door shut. Nancy's abrupt voice on the phone sent a shiver down your spine and fear and shock filled your system.

"What's going on?" she said matter of factly. "Dana, who is that?"

Eyes of Mydnight

Another poem about a beautiful woman

We met at mydnight.
Her eyes were dark
And her cheek was soft.
She shot from the soul
And played from the heart.
I smiled and flirted not,
Wanting to sink too deep, too fast.
Smoothly and softly we
Talked of tomorrow,
But not of the day after.

Dissatisfaction

First you're warm
Then you're hot,
We're cool and then we're cold.

The time we share seems to scurry out the window,
It slips through our fingers
And down the drain.

It was a pleasure now it's pain,
You broadsided me with your heat
Now you're cold as ice.

It's a sticky wicket
And there's no turning back,
We're gone for good if we don't stop now.

I'll always be there
And I'll always be there,
If only we were here.

Writer's Embellishment to Your Life

Pt. 2

Your trist had been short, but sweet. You had never known forbidden love. You had always been faithful to Nancy. Now you longed for more. Nancy and you cared about each other. You had been together for some thirty years, but something had snapped this year. Something within you had to find out what it would be like to hold Betty and make love to her. Your down comforter and soft cotton sheet swere nothing compared to the feel of her soft skin. Her lips tasted of strawberries not cherries and the feeling when you actually consummated was nothing short of heaven.

You held back that night from Nancy. You held her, but didn't have sex with her. Dinner was quiet with superficial conversation about the neighbor's child with the blue hair who Nancy had seen at the supermarket. Rolling over you mumbled something about lipstick in your sleep, but Nancy's response was, "Huh?"

Your secret was safe. You called Betty the next day and made plans for a second rendezvous.

Conversations in the Dark

We sat in the dark, you and I,
So filled was the night
With stars and constellations, why
We talked for hours right
Until our night was done
With its brilliant show, right
Until the dark had gone
And the sun came into sight.
Though sand made us quite at home
With sea crashing into shore,
The time demanded us roam,
Saturday we would talk more.
Having been comforted by a friend,
Solace eased my way and
Restless mind eased into slumberland
Night became the next day.

Writer's Embellishment to Your Life

A Short Interruption into Your Life That Never Happened

Pt. 1

So you slipped your card out and gave it to the blonde while your wife and her friend went to the bathroom. She gave you her number on a napkin upon which she pressed her cherry red lips.

The following Tuesday while your wife was out working you invited the beautiful woman for tea. She came over and you used your standard "Coffee, tea, or me" line which never fails to get a chuckle and before you knew it you were in bed doing the horizontal bop.

The doorbell rang and it was Nancy, your wife, at the door with too many groceries. The blonde had the foresight to park her car at the house next door. You helped Nancy to bring in the groceries in your bathrobe while the blonde named Betty waltzed out the bedroom window.

Barely having consummated your lust for Betty who had been in middle school with you, you dreamed of those days when she was the crossing guard and watched as you walked across the street with your bicycle. It was red with a white stripe, but I digress.

Betty and you had seen each other once a year or once every other year at the same pub on New Year's. This year you had decided to be bold. This year you weren't just going to drink to her with your eyes...

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Doo DOO Doo
Doo DOO Doo
Goes the song that's bopping thru my memory
Doo DOO Doo
"That brings me back to you"
Goes the line from the melody that's in me.
And you're the one who's name goes on and on 'til
Someone else takes your place at the windowsill.

No tears today you'll see for sure.
There's hope in my heart and since you're
Not on the phone, there's another
On the line goin' to theatre
With me and friends, with me and friends,
And although with this my heart rends,
We must go on because life is
Worth living.