Jun 2012
Now you weren't what I wanted
though my body disagreed
I never liked you all that much
But you have something I need
We admired as we wandered
Shared stories in the deep
of nights in beds not our own
Our private fires we'd feed
High on sunset hillsides
we smoked a little ****
Your hand a fleshy tunnel
where our exhalations meet
I danced wild one night
only for the church to see
My hair was freed to toss
like your hands upon the keys
Now you weren't what I wanted
and I confess that I'm relieved
the road swept you up so sudden
before we fell & did The Deed.
though my body disagreed
I never liked you all that much
But you have something I need
We admired as we wandered
Shared stories in the deep
of nights in beds not our own
Our private fires we'd feed
High on sunset hillsides
we smoked a little ****
Your hand a fleshy tunnel
where our exhalations meet
I danced wild one night
only for the church to see
My hair was freed to toss
like your hands upon the keys
Now you weren't what I wanted
and I confess that I'm relieved
the road swept you up so sudden
before we fell & did The Deed.
The first two lines of this poem were neat in my head, and i wrote it to the rhythm of Leonard Cohen's 1000 kisses deep (and mentally in his voice). This one's in response to the attentions of a travelling French boy whom i felt an unfortunate physical attraction towards :-)
