Tin Foil Destiny
You are my favorite conspiracy
My curious heart wonders
what future secrets you have to tell
When I walk by,
your friends all whisper:
Hush, hush ... here comes her baby!
Incubated thoughts nine months in the making,
infatuated womb of maybe on the swell
You had a shy delivery ... pregnant desires, no faking
It is real, this love you feel —
every dream you had about me told you so
At a rendezvous designation,
delivered by a scented missive,
Fate was confirmed by the distant ringing of a church bell
We sat together holding hands,
with our backs against the wishing well
Intense ruminating eyes
exchanged conspiracies of the heart
You removed my tin foil hat of shiny yearning,
and told me that
hiding in plain view was the perfect disguise
When it comes to revealing whom you’re in love with,
don’t be afraid, you said:
Come embrace your tin foil destiny
Sitting at the back of my mind, on the top shelf,
just waiting ... waiting
for the unveiling
of my illuminated aluminum destiny
Discovery of your liquid elixir of love
is the best heartsick medicine remedy
A perfect prescription
for loneliness plots getting tin foiled
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