Ricochet

My love rises steaming, tenderness brimming
Your usual stodginess, sends it back recoiling

Ruefully, my mind searches for another tack
To revive the tender love that we once had

I make another venture into my bag of tricks
Wishing to recapture old magic this impasse fix

I devour cookbooks for your favorite meal
You enjoy it, licking fingers, then fall asleep

Chagrined once again, I fish out another bait
Wearing your choice of clothes for our date

You return from office harried and in a blue funk
Quietly I shed my party wear showing false spunk

Still determined, into my bag of tricks I foray
Pull out old fun photos and videos for display

You sit down and together we relive moments of our love
We hold hands, cuddle, when suddenly albums you shove

Office work deadlines and laptop beckon and fluster
Woefully I make strong coffee, enthusiasm lackluster

 

 Biting the bullet I try once more playing romantic lyrics
You croon along and gleefully I surmise that I hit a six

Finally, I am sure my brimming hope and love did not ricochet
You rise then fall into a jig, sing along then promptly fall asleep!!!

I still have hope that our love vibrations will unite after they collide
No matter how many times they recoil, bounce, carom or backslide

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If you’re in a forest, the quality of the echo is very strange because echoes back off
 so many surfaces of all those trees that you get this strange, itchy ricochet effect.
Brian Eno British, Musician