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Felicity extends her left arm While casually yet carefully examining the lit tip Last cigarette The fountains babble and Martini glasses gather like harbingers of doom She's in a mood As this year now draws to its' inevitable close Yet sheer beauty radiates Out from in her She draws attention Knowing I think of another by now at Canary Wharf I fetch more drinks A couple embrace Kiss in what strikes me here tonight as most illicit somehow Illicit, yes and us complicit But secrets come too easily in all my interactions Felicities Much more beautiful with moonlight on their naked skin than they appeared in the dark Abstractedly I touch her shoulder As I touched in fertile summer the fleshy, tender belly Of another Who did not love me and was never Felicity like this well-dressed girl tonight So shall the next as yet unlived year bring more of this challenge Imposters and intruders To inner peace Agents of discord ****** and killing a dreamscape of a love that is settled Felicity Her eyes follow me with cigarette between pink lips that at midnight will speak truth.
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
New Year Eve 2016
Felicity extends her left arm While casually yet carefully examining the lit tip Last cigarette The fountains babble and Martini glasses gather like harbingers of doom She's in a mood As this year now draws to its' inevitable close Yet sheer beauty radiates Out from in her She draws attention Knowing I think of another by now at Canary Wharf I fetch more drinks A couple embrace Kiss in what strikes me here tonight as most illicit somehow Illicit, yes and us complicit But secrets come too easily in all my interactions Felicities Much more beautiful with moonlight on their naked skin than they appeared in the dark Abstractedly I touch her shoulder As I touched in fertile summer the fleshy, tender belly Of another Who did not love me and was never Felicity like this well-dressed girl tonight So shall the next as yet unlived year bring more of this challenge Imposters and intruders To inner peace Agents of discord ****** and killing a dreamscape of a love that is settled Felicity Her eyes follow me with cigarette between pink lips that at midnight will speak truth.
david-bremner
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
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