The paintings on the wall
Were windows to another world
Except they weren't.
The wine had a bouquet
Of chocolate and plums
If you thought of chocolate and plums
Whilst trying to forget.
I'm pretty sure the sex was unforgettable.
Dylan or Young or springsteen
Serenaded our evening.
It was a tropical storm
A balmy night
Blanketed in snow.
It was all new,
Great to be back at the old place.
I told you I loved you
You said
Who are you?
I told you I wasn't really there
I was actually at home on the sofa
Imagining this
You said you were my waitress
I said we should have children
You said it was over
So I went to the pub where I met Mary
Mother of God
I bought her cheesy chips
And we kissed with tongues
And cheese
My brother wanted Mary
The moment she was mine
And I had trees to climb
And dogs to kick,
Water to pour from jug to jug
Trains to watch arriving at stations
Hats to wear
Shadows to measure
Time to run through my fingers
Love to lose
Skin to dry and crack
A clock to watch
Tick tock tick tock.
Back in the kitchen
Swimming to the island
Floating on my back
Juggling Bell peppers in the air
Cooking the best meal ever.
But its not.
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Originally Posted by Jerrybaldy
