I see people counting blessings
As they reap each other's
loathing
They are howling as they're
dressing in sheep's clothing
Yeah, love and money
They both come up again
Dollars dipped in honey
Are sticky things to spend
I've uncovered some emotions
That I've seen portrayed by
players
I'll go through more than
the motions stripping layer
There are lies in all the records
There are truths denied there
histories
There are double. triple deckers
or mysteries
You go through such contortions
Looking for your gut
Sorting through distortions
Of how and why and what
When the silence overcomes
me
Like before a newborn's first
cry
I will trust that when you
want me it is no lie
Striking balance is elusive
Opportunity's distracting
And this desire for the exclusive
is not passing
The depth of feeling
Is certain and obscure
With trust that has no ceiling
Am doubt that has no floor
What a fine surprise in meeting
What a perfect time to kiss
you
An embrace that must be fleeting,
I will miss you
I will numb my tongue with
spices
To proceed with what comes
after
But I'll keep away the vices
from our laughter
I'll keep away the vices from
our laughter
© 1981 Ilene Weiss
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