drunk rambleA Poem by sea lily
i met the love of my life
on a cold winter's night. fresh out of the gay bar, where a woman tilted my chin and into my eyes she did grin. moved her hips a little closer. panic took over. so we wandered down the cold streets lesbian platony and helped ourselves to all the bright shops could offer. but they wouldn't let us sit down. so i met a boy from plymouth with a dark bandanna. and he bartered his body (a dance for a lady) for a ride in a taxi but i said; "my grandmother is dead and this taxi is my inheritance so take it merry christmas." to the etap hotel... to his drunken, man smell. he kissed my cheek, and my romantic self weeped. even if she'd never have him between her thighs or even in her heart. even if she spent her life loving women and making art. longing for some kind of garden state. or a place to sit and for her always her in dreams and visions and ideals... she waits. © 2009 sea lily |
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Added on December 27, 2009 Last Updated on December 27, 2009 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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