let the drummer kiss journal entry 5/10/09

i spent the moments between 2:00 and 2:30 AM kissing your lips and gazing into your eyes.  a connection that woke my heart beat.

i saw you on stage and i thought you were looking at me but, i could have never imagined you actually were!  after the lights went out, i stood with friends waiting to meet the singer and i saw you.  though compelled to compliment your drum skills, which had captivated me throughout the show, but too shy.  think of it...when the singer has lyrics that tear you down and show you your soul, it is odd to have your attention held by the drummer and that deserves compliment. when you walked by, i don't know what lifted my arm out towards your forearm.

when my fingertips hit your flesh, our eyes locked in conversation for many minutes...instant chemistry.  it didn't matter in that very moment that you were on tour and this moment in time would be short...never to be repeated (at least not in reality).  we sat and gazed at each other in a dark corner of the Paradise and shared text message compliments that our mouths were too scared to sound out.  you proposed a walk and i happily obliged...i couldn't wait to be alone.

our connection was fast and deep, time fleeting.
you walked me to my car, we shared a pipe. "you were the melody" i said.  "you are gorgeous and incredible, someone is going to be unbelievably fortunate" you burst out.

you begged me to come to Montreal...maintain our instant spark.

"do you like to be kissed here?" (pointing to arm) "here?" (pointing to chest) then our lips joined and instantly they rejoiced in the luscious feeling of meeting.

i drove you up the street to your tour bus.
"i'm kinda sad" you said.
my scoffing reply..."you're sorta famous and full of it"
you insisted that i'd be remembered and i didn't care.


you still answer my call.