she had those absinthe eyes
set in a fragile waifish dial
she possessed a laddish wit
that always made me smile
we were never really lovers
but we fucked once in a while
.
no, we were drinking buddies
and were seldom sober
but we were never truly close
because at heart she was a loner
and I wonder what became of her
when our escapades were over
.
Absinthe eye's I'm with you on that one, they draw me in.
ReplyDeleteLike this poem it's easy for me to identify with.
Thank you for your comment. It's always good to know that you have struck a chord with someone.
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