Wishful thinking

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Take me back to oblivious January…….

Full of lemon drop martinis and art shows…..

Frosty air and long wool skirts,

Muted adorations and colors

Louder than my usual pallet…..

A kitchen full of sweets I made…..

A time full of daydreams and restless nights,

Where I was strung too high

To see clearly where I

Should

Be more weary and rested

Should care more about what’s

Failing ….

Take me back to January

So

I can play spades with my

Friends,

Giggle with my beloved

And

Sip dangerously and wander

Drunkenly down Chicago streets

With my friend, musing on the

Loves

And acclaim we desire in so many

More ways than one, sip

Sensuous

And play Saint til my eyes are

Low

And glossy, mysteriously bubbly

Angel in all white but these dents

In my forehead mark me contradictory…

Take me back to January

Where

It was calm and boozy and

I was full of yearning

Now I’m poetically

Hollow.