Malcolm James Furst
Words, words, wordsArchive for love
Come on over.
I watched you step on through that door.
(Come on over, come on over.)
Took my time and looked you o’er.
(Come on over, come on over.)
I’d no idea you were looking for me.
(Come on over, come on over.)
Tell me girl, what’s it gonna be.
Wrangle me a girl like you.
Oh my my that’s what I’m gonna do.
I just can’t overcome my fear.
(Talk to me, talk to me.)
I wanna take your arm, walk outta here.
(Talk to me, talk to me.)
But I’m a chicken shit, you know it’s true.
(Talk to me, talk to me.)
I just don’t know what to do.
Wrangle me a girl like you.
Oh my my that’s what I’m gonna do.
If I lean to the left, I’ll reveal my hand.
(Walk with me, walk with me.)
If I smile just so, you’ll see my plan.
(Walk with me, walk with me.)
Girl, oh, girl, it’s no surprise.
(Walk with me, walk with me.)
My intentions are in my eyes.
There’s only one thing left to do.
Kiss you.
Moments for Katherine
With only moments to live,
how would my day be different?
With only myself to give,
would you open your arms
and live for the moments?
Sweet, sweet Katherine,
sweet and tender,
don’t think about tomorrow.
Spread your arms
and legs
and heart
and soul
and envelop me
as if you’re trying to take it all in,
take me all in.
When will you find the stones
Take her hand and walk out that door and leave this podunk nofunk little shop behind?
She’s worth it, you know, and she’s listening. If you have something worth saying, then speak your mind.
Don’t wait and wonder and worry and fret. Just do, boy, just DO.
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time,
I was extraordinary.
Now it’s the ordinary
that I cling to.
Without a doubt,
I live my life.
I’m so very very sure
of all I do.
I once knew love.
I once made magic.
I had faith in everyone.
Now it’s faith I lack.
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in magic?
Do you have faith in anyone?
Can I get mine back?
This Kiss
This kiss
my lips
your tongue
our noses
your neck
my ears
your shoulders
your hips
hope
and
above
all else,
this kiss.
2/14
In both moments of passion and moments of reason
I wonder if I have the heart for this season
of chocolate and roses and fluttering hearts
that always end up broken.
