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Nebunebu
Poems
Sep 2017
The Gala
What meaningless faces
Do we encounter this dawn
Impatient attendees
With invites still drawn
Do tell of the obstacles
Which delayed your arrival
As I simulate empathy
Composing a smile
While looking I notice two
Uninvited guests
Holding glasses of years ago
In midnight blue dress
We trade our endearments
And share our resent
For this pompous event
We were forced to attend
These perfect two strangers
Feel like oldest of friends
While the evening blooms later
Then wilts to and end
They drag me away
To a storage room suite
Not far from the noise
Yet too far to perceive
The left holds my tie
And the right holds my drink
They shamelessly whisper
Intentions for me
I sit her atop
Of an old charcoal desk
She shyly commands me
While gripping my neck
I hold back apologies
For seams that I tore
Each desperately compete
To show they want me more
The moon lends it's light
Through the window's grey tint
We lay in the dark
We lay void of regret
Written by
Nebunebu
122/Two-Spirit
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