Dinner PartyA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittFree formYou are destroying my pleasent dinner conversation
With all the ways I held your hand to a fire that burned your skin like nothing else known to man.
But they dont need to hear all about this, after all, they are only hear for the food and the vino.
Please!
For the sake of all the days we spent in love, shut your mouth.
I know, GOD DAMN, I know! We are falling apart and the earth beneath our feet is on fire and we are running out of time.
Can't we just try, for all the nights we made love, all the postions we found our bodies in, all the promises we whispered after we were exhausted and sweaty and filthy dirty. Can't we just try to save some face tonight?
For old time's sake? © 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on July 14, 2011 Last Updated on July 14, 2011 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |