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Apr 2014
The anejo-liquid
changed my dynamics,
& I threw caution to the wind,
embraced sin & anything
else that came my way.

I was a renegade in paradise,
had come there to play
& flirt with danger.
A euphoria crept over me,
it traveled throughout
my bloodstream,
& I became
another,
dreamt of being happier
& swallowed worms.

I squirmed for her,
the smiling *****,
the pretty stranger
who spoke Francaise
with the wrinkled smile,
while flashing icy-blue eyes,
she cried wolf.

As if on cue,
I became a locomotive,
she the caboose
& we snaked our way
out into the cool night
on fire.

We spoke the same language,
the one without words,
burnt candles in a semicircle
under the net,
relished each other madly.

Sadly, it had to end,
but I bet
she still thinks about it,
'cause I know I do.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
714
   --- and Elizabeth Squires
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