Your radiant beauty of a hundred summers Is to me The crushing despair of a thousand winters One look at you And I'm jonesing for a cigarette One look at him And his arm around you And I need a shot of gin To go with that smoke.
The lamb we ate Was like broken glass The salad like weeds Naturally, I had to have seconds.
It's not fair. I was already alright. Having a ball. And you just had to come ruin it. Now I'm pining again.
This sliver of a woman Willowy legs Billowing auburn hair Quiet hands
Gliding past In fluid steps Breaking bones With feather touches Of her eyelashes Sighing velveteen butterfly kisses
My unspoken adjurations Meet nothing but the Silent grandiloquence Of a raised brow
She will never be mine So I force a smile And dream some more.