you don’t know me
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I was out somewhere last week when I heard Ray Charles singing the song “You don’t know me” faintly in the background. It immediately brought to mind Saturday nights as a kid when my dad would blast his Ray Charles albums or some other blues he loved throughout the house and down the street. I’m fairly certain my father was single-handedly responsible for introducing the blues to our whitebread neighborhood back then.
So I returned home determined to find the song and listen to it again. It has got to be one of the most sensual and poignant songs I’ve heard on the subject of unrequited love.
You don’t know me. Those words ache with emptiness and isolation. I’m of the belief that creativity, spirituality and sexuality all have at their core the same base energy……..and they all demand passionate expression. Once something or *someone* has caused us to touch that energy, even momentarily, we are forever called towards it. We want to be known, and we long to be connected because we now understand it is our state of origin.
Music, poetry, painting, dance, photography……..all of the arts touch us so because of the artists brave and passionate attempts to reach this place of true connection. They bare their souls and expose their deepest vulnerabilities and we in turn find ourselves revealed.
~Cynthia
And then you say, “Hello.”
And I can hardly speak,
My heart is beating so.
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well.
Well, you don’t know me.
No you don’t know the one
Who dreams of you at night;
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
Oh I’m just a friend.
That’s all I’ve ever been.
Cause you don’t know me.
For I never knew the art of making love,
Though my heart aches with love for you.
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
A chance that you might love me too………
