Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
terry-collettPoems
And there was Mame posed between two Arabs leaning against a camel on a Moroccan beach winding up her watch clothed in a red and white swim suit and Johnny had said You could’ve had her mate the other night she was yours for the taking *** you thought he meant) others have said they’ve had her and that settled the matter and you just shrugged and said It never happened it wasn’t that type of thing (kissing and embracing beneath a bright moon maybe) but not what he or others may have thought as they saw that you and she had gone off into the night hand in hand Oh you could have ridden her home Johnny said but it never entered your head that night with its stars and moon and she beside you listening to the Mediterranean Sea **** the shores of the beach laying on your backs smoking and watching the smoke rise talking of home and another land and the future’s hold and her hopes and your wishes and looking back you know your life turned out different wondering if her hopes and wishes of the then turned out right or floated lifeless like dead fishes.
0
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 1:39 AM UTC
THERE SHE POSED.
And there was Mame posed between two Arabs leaning against a camel on a Moroccan beach winding up her watch clothed in a red and white swim suit and Johnny had said You could’ve had her mate the other night she was yours for the taking *** you thought he meant) others have said they’ve had her and that settled the matter and you just shrugged and said It never happened it wasn’t that type of thing (kissing and embracing beneath a bright moon maybe) but not what he or others may have thought as they saw that you and she had gone off into the night hand in hand Oh you could have ridden her home Johnny said but it never entered your head that night with its stars and moon and she beside you listening to the Mediterranean Sea **** the shores of the beach laying on your backs smoking and watching the smoke rise talking of home and another land and the future’s hold and her hopes and your wishes and looking back you know your life turned out different wondering if her hopes and wishes of the then turned out right or floated lifeless like dead fishes.
terry-collett
Written by
terry-collett
English
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 1:39 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem