All Wild and Wicked Things

I still seek you out, wherever you are hiding. 
I still tremble like a sparrow in your hand. 
I keep leaving and then running back to find you, 
For reasons even you don't understand. 

And the flimsy little love-lines you have fed me
Always taste half-baked and underdone. 
Still I sit up at the table like a good girl, 
Lick my platter clean, then order up another one. 

When at last you deliver me the long goodbye, 
And the music and the memory start to fade, 
Will the tears stop? 
Will the penny drop? 
Will I come to call you
The most glorious mistake I ever made? 

I capsize on the crest of all your kisses. 
I am hit and split and run aground on you. 
Against the tide, against the good advice of many, 
I mistook you for a love I could surrender to. 

When at last you deliver me the long goodbye, 
And the music and the memory start to fade, 
Will the tears stop? 
Will the penny drop? 
Will I come to call you
The most glorious mistake I ever made? 

All wild and wicked things are predisposed to love, 
And my heart can hold more love than you can bear. 
I come whole, and full, and open, and completely! 
So go ahead and take it, if you dare... 

When at last you deliver me the long goodbye, 
And the music and the memory start to fade, 
Will the tears stop? 
Will the penny drop? 
Will I come to call you
The most glorious mistake I ever made? 

When at last you deliver me the long goodbye, 
And the music and the memory start to fade, 
Will the tears stop? 
Will the penny drop? 
Will I come to call you
The most glorious mistake I ever made? 

The most glorious mistake I ever made... 

© Fran Smith 2012 (PRS/MCPS)