{"id":661,"date":"2005-12-07T14:36:47","date_gmt":"2005-12-07T13:36:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/?p=661"},"modified":"2005-12-07T14:43:55","modified_gmt":"2005-12-07T13:43:55","slug":"meet-me-tomorrow-at-four","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/2005\/12\/07\/meet-me-tomorrow-at-four\/","title":{"rendered":"meet me tomorrow at four<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

feels like making love.<\/em>
\nbut you’ve never made love
\nand there’s nothing i can say
\nso i turn on the engine :
\nmeet me tomorrow at four
\ni’ll wait for you in the middle
\nof another busy day
\nis there anything you need ?
\nis there anything special i can bring ?
\njust anything you want to give<\/em>,
\nand you look around
\nand gaze at this world for a little while,
\ni’m never satisfied and
\nthis is more than taking a chance
\nwe don’t have to catch a plane yet so
\nlet’s take our time.<\/p>\n

there’s a ton of it to be made<\/em>,
\nyou say, you smile, you laugh.
\nwhy don’t you give me your head ?
\noh but no you are precise
\nyou move slowly and your words
\nhesitate at the corner of your mouth
\nthere are invisible ties
\nfrom your never resting eyes
\nto my head and my hands
\nand i do understand it all
\nit’s just that i’m not used to it
\nat all
\nwe’re both pulling strings
\nand playing this serious game
\nwe’re each other’s puppet
\nlook away<\/em>, you say
\nand you wait
\nuntil i can forget myself
\nthis is a remote side to our lives
\nand you were right
\nlet’s take our time.<\/p>\n

it’s like making love<\/em>, you say
\nexcept that you’ve never made love
\nthere is your final gesture
\nand i bind myself to your eyes
\ndon’t look away,<\/em>
\nyou drop peace and silence
\ninto the room,
\noutside i know the rhythm
\ncab drivers circling around
\nlooking for me like a prey
\nand there’s a man walking down
\nwith flowers in his hand,
\noutside i know, i live within
\nthe crazy heartbeat of this gigantic city
\ni feel in my veins the rush, the time speeding
\nthrough every corridor and hallway
\nbetween every streelight, car wheel
\nand disguised women heel,
\nbut right now and right here
\ni’m in your light and i think
\nwe’re gonna be all right<\/em>
\nand i’m not looking away
\nand patiently
\nyou wait. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

feels like making love. but you’ve never made love and there’s nothing i can say so i turn on the engine : meet me tomorrow at four i’ll wait for you in the middle of another busy day is there anything you need ? is there anything special i can bring ? just anything you […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-661","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-neverwhere"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/661","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=661"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/661\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=661"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=661"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=661"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}