Flamenco Daydreams

{delayed nylon flamenco strum building

into

hazy pads} I forgot what I was saying,

and I bet you did too,

Floating in a cloud

of electric-soft blue. The sentence just dissolved right at the edge of

the tongue, Like the sweetest old song

that was never quite sung.

Purple eyeshadow catching the dim bedside light,

Comfortable sandals kicked off for the night.

Fresh tomato slices sitting on a silver plate,

While we giggle at the clock

and the hour getting late!

*Word for word, swear it's magic,

the frequency's right here,*

*Dissolving all the static and wiping every tear.*

We lost the train of thought,

but we found something new,

Everything is fine in the realm of Tiguidou.

{soft flamenco solo over

pads}

Completely lost.

Completely found.

Completely us. Tara, Captain Quinn,

and the hyper-tuned crew.

{single lazy flamenco strum fading into

peaceful silence}