@ dr jossie tequillo
The Singer and the Song
We settled into a round table near the stage, scanned the menu book and
ordered our food
A tall good looking guy appeared on stage as we dig into our food
He sang, and I easily fall in love with the song
It felt so right, like it was
meant for me.
The singer I know him not
This is the first time I joined my friends to this cafe
They raved at the food and are enamored by the singer and his songs
But as always I turned down them down outright.
Today I needed some remissions from my heartache
My love had flown to another nest, my suffering is unbearable
I look at the singer, so lovable is he
But no, am not ready to fall in love again.
After several songs, he asks the audience to sing with him
My friends tapped me, knowing I too is a singer
I resist but they virtually
carried me to the front
The singer comes down to meet me by the stair.
He takes my hand, my quintessence flutters in delight.
He coax me, I oblige, and he joins in my singing
Now his arm is on my shoulder pressing me closer to him.
I am thrilled by his closeness, gets drunk with his manly scent, his
breath mingles with mine, we are one.
Another song and no more strangers are we to each other
I love his touch, I forget about the audience
Allow him to kiss me on the forehead
The audience become raucous, clapping and whistling.
I wake up from a dream
Run back to my friends blushing like a teen on her first kiss
Back to the office my charlatan friends announce what transpired during
our lunch break
I try to cool it down but deep inside I feel inflamed with love.
Tonight, i couldn't get my sleep
My soul is aching for his touch, tears I couldn't deter
I am falling in love again and it scares me
One hearbreak is enough.
@ dr jossie tequillo
