beautiful, beautiful

i was all white innocence
drinking at the bar
my friends took photographs
wishing me luck
from afar.
she is sullen,
i wanted to make her smile
and in the dark of the place
i whispered it in her hair
she smiled then--
i looked to the ceiling
but she shook her head
and took my hands
drew me closer
into the dance.
'you're beautiful,
beautiful, she said
what are you doing with me?'
i shook my head fervently.
lighting up another cigarette
between kisses in the street.
and i have wanted you
for so long...
catching your shadowed eyes
in the middle of
your band's rock songs.
she's a dole baby,
no more than five pounds two pennies.
and i had money.
even if she wouldn't take it from me.
we fought then.
can't you see,
i want to get you home safe?
so i ran,
like i always do.
lost her in the building's grey hues.
plied the bouncers
with her name.
asked them if they'd seen--
beautiful,
beautiful,
what were you doing with me?

Reviews

[ailme]

so. i like this one too.
my reviews are good.
hello ellie.

[W.k.kortas]

The loss expressed here is heavy enough to crush bone, yet the piece flows along as if it had wings.

[Ed Hart]

beautiful, beautiful...in the sad and lost dimensions, of which you and Holly share mastery ...