
Somebody just sent this to me in the mail as a reminder of days gone by.
More fuel for my obsession with the dying light.

Somebody just sent this to me in the mail as a reminder of days gone by.
More fuel for my obsession with the dying light.

For Cyranny’s one word challenge- enticing
A bit obscure, I’ll grant you. But she will know what I’m on about. This particular cake designed, of course, to be taken with a pinch of salt.
A picture’s worth
A phrase or two
A taste of me
A taste of you
A candle on the top
To say
We celebrate
Another day
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It’s just a picture
Not a cake
It’s neither real
Nor a fake
Like a greeting card
I sent
Awkward words
With good intent
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Let’s keep magic
In the air
Let’s laugh about
What isn’t there
Sweet and soft
And so enticing
A picture of the cake
We’re slicing.
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Whatever you like
Is it Gospel? Soul?
Is it Country & Western?
Rock ‘n Roll?
Maybe it’s jazz
In a smoky bar
Maybe the beat
Of the bass guitar
But it don’t matter, baby
What you choose
‘Cause sitting here, sweetheart
I’ve just got the blues
There’d be only one tune
If I had the choice
The beautiful music
The sound of your voice.

Look at you there
Blow-dried hair
You stop to pull your stockings up
The boys all stop and stare
Some they just want mothering
Or to see the bits you’re covering
Others maybe wondering
If they can make you care.
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Me? I’m old and wiser
Emotionally a miser
I’ve seen what you are selling
And I know it isn’t real
But you are so very glamorous
And I so very amorous
Can we overlook reality?
Can we cut a deal?