All because

Pouring down, stilleto heel caught in drain
and it is such a pain here
in the sunshine city in a deluge,
hair plastered and even the wine
has a tinge of something,
the coffee tastes of gnats piss
and macarons even if coloured
need some kind of bon vivant to them.

Your lips lock and I take stock
that bedding down with you tonight
is not an option I will consider
but we'll take a bottle
and watch some ghastly tv
perhaps you might
but you won't
and I won't
and you hold my elbow
as we step out of the taxi
he would stop just by that drain
my heel is caught
and there it goes
love lost because of a sprain.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-02-27 at 19:47

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Ivan R
Beautiful prose
2016-03-17


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Subtle hints of a less than positive encounter that was destined to go nowhere. You've painted a rather less than attractive scenario in your usual elegant and cinematic style, Elle. Love the poem. Sympathize with the content.
2016-03-01


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Not a really cheery story, but a great poem, one of your best.
2016-02-29


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
"For want of a nail . . . " "All because" of . . . fate or the capriciousness of the gods, love is lost.

I wonder if Starbucks has that blend of coffee.
2016-02-28



They don't all work and I say thank God!
I once hit my head on a car roof on the first date and the last date with someone and now when I look back it was as prophetic as your stiletto heel:)
Loved this one:)
2016-02-27