"Remember the Kissing Place"
Somewhere out west of here......
Close to the river back in the woods
Out of sight but not impossible to find
There is a place that holds memories
That will never be erased by time or death.
You and I were the best of friends.......
Had been so long, I don't remember meeting you
We had been through a lot together
Life, death, relationships
The crazy ups and downs of everyday living.
But suddenly one day we were both free
At the same time, for the first time
And we went for a ride to celebrate that freedom
And to let out some decades old pent up angst.
Wasn't it peach wine coolers we were downing?
I don't remember
I just remember one of us was driving
And both of us were buzzing.
The car stereo was turned up high enough
To hear on Mars
And we were singing along and getting stares
From passersby who shook their heads.
We drove and drove until the sun began to fall
(We got lost in all honesty) but we didn't care
Pulling that souped up yellow Monte Carlo off the highway
We found a doorway in the trees and we flew in.
The tape in the deck was The Native Americans
(Because we were half native, half american)
And because it was the perfect soundtrack
For the way that we were feeling.
We sang and we laughed and we drowned
In that sicky sweet peach stuff until it ran out
And we opened the car doors to get some air
And put the seats back as far as they would go.
Robbie Robertson was singing that song we loved
"I gave my love a golden feather, I gave my love a heart of stone"
And before I knew it, you had pulled me into your arms
And kissed me like no man had ever kissed me before.
Three hours later, we were still kissing
We couldn't stop
It was like somebody had declared a contest
And we were the only contestants.
In the growing darkness, we pulled back
And looked at one another, questioning fate
We're insane, I said and you nodded
And your eyes burned into me like the sun.
Finally, we decided we had better leave
Because we didn't know where we were
(Plus, it was getting late and a state trooper
Had pulled in and given us the evil eye.)
We were silent on the way home
Holding hands and revelling in that unfamiliar tingle
I'm sure people noticed the glow on our faces
When they saw us but nobody knew why we glowed.
For two years we were more than friends
And you filled my life with more laughter
Than one human being should be allowed
Marathon kisses and guitar solos and songs.
Drinking champagne in candlelight
We danced sometimes for eight hours straight
Sometimes we didn't say a word
Just held each other while the music filled the room.
"Do you remember the Kissing Place?" I asked one day
And you knew exactly where I meant
And we drove there and we found it and we kissed,
Took photographs and preserved them in our hearts.
But..........................
I don't know what happened
One day I didn't want to kiss you anymore
Though your kisses were still filled with passion and fire
And you still looked at me with eyes full of romance.
Maybe it was because I had met someone
That I thought was Mr. Right
Someone I could trust and love and give myself to
Wrong! (He was the devil in disguise.)
I knew you could not understand
And that your gentle heart was puzzled
I didn't know how to tell you goodbye
So I just stopped talking.
And I ran away with the devil in disguise
Who left me discarded by the roadside of love
Who shattered me more than I had ever been shattered
And undid all of the healing you'd done.
I guess it's true what they say:
You only love those that don't love you
You only want what you know is wrong
You only need what you think you don't have.
I wonder tonight if you're wondering 'bout me
I wonder if you're happy and if you ever came to terms
With the terrible thing I did, the unexplainable thing I did
And if you ever drive out to the place by the river.
I could never go there with anyone else.......
It's been ten years now and I've tried to erase the memories
Erase you and me and the best day of my life
But tonight, it all came back and I had to write this down
Maybe it will help me to forgive myself and someday I may ask you again:
"Do you remember the Kissing Place?"
©by Voo
Aug 21, 17
Golden Feather by Robbie Robertson
