My wires keep a rapid  pace 

They separate your face from a crowded space 

A looking mirror breaks 

as salacious sounds escape

My heart awakes in a moment near you 

. . .  holding a Cinderella shoe 

yet the festive night is through 

There’s nothing left to do but be alone 

If only there was a waiting telephone 

ready with an answer to a ring 

. . .  a girlish voice in sing 

It must be my childish dream to push your swing 

high into moonlight beams

This affection is an awkward green

. . .  blooms with vibrant colors 

my last lover had not seen

On the passenger’s side 

It feels like a Cadillac ride 

. . .  sunroof top 

. . . foot on the pedal 

. . . racing and settling beyond all the traffic 

My wires keep a rapid pace 

They separate your face from a crowded space 

A looking mirror breaks 

as salacious sounds escape 

My heart awakes in a moment near you.