A private dedication to Elvis and Priscilla Presley public love story

Feeling a generation – Y kind of love
seemed to be a little bit too wrong
for an old school heart like mine.
The pressure of finding the missing piece
and the need of filling what’s within
started killing me.

Hand after hand,
tongue after tongue
The research of my temps perdu
started boring me to death
…and they were all looking at that.

All eyes on me,
all eyes on you,
And everybody is getting the right view:
The fragility of my world
led you into the voracity of their words.

So, if you are looking for me
search everywhere
because I am in pieces;

Deeply mine
Patently yours
Publicly ours.