not sure what this is poem or just nothing - thought i'd post anyway. hazel.
"She asked, if you were in love."
"With you I take it."
Yes that is what she mean't.
Lighting a cigarette with exaggerated motion.
She would not kiss me, embrace me passionatley
holding a lit cigarette.
Fear of being burnt, the smell, distasteful both
But then we were in a crowded cafe, and there
She would not pledge herself to me,
she would not kiss me.
Being so long involved with her
had put the dreamer asleep, slapping
a realist awake, I did not enjoy the cigarette.
"She asked, if you were in love."
"With you I take it."
Yes that is what she mean't.
Lighting a cigarette with exaggerated motion.
She would not kiss me, embrace me passionatley
holding a lit cigarette.
Fear of being burnt, the smell, distasteful both
But then we were in a crowded cafe, and there
She would not pledge herself to me,
she would not kiss me.
Being so long involved with her
had put the dreamer asleep, slapping
a realist awake, I did not enjoy the cigarette.
