:-)
recoiling from the fumes
of last nights red wine
and cigarettes that
stain our teeth and minds.
You amble a shambles to
the cruel light of dawn,
feet touching cold lino
to watch a kettle
so slow to boil.
Last night we rolled
up the carpets and
took the first
sips of decadence
that would drown
us in the morning.
Until 'what the hell'
accompanied by more
clinks, chinks and theories
expounded under
the smoke of
newly awakened,
uninhibited wranglings.
This grey light
does nothing to
the glow of last nights
drunken orgies
that left us
aching with parched
tongue and filtered
awareness.
I love you babe
body odour and all
We all stink in
the first light
but smell so sweet
at night
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Written on 2015-03-29 at 20:27
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Cold Hell of Morning
We clash lips at dawn andrecoiling from the fumes
of last nights red wine
and cigarettes that
stain our teeth and minds.
You amble a shambles to
the cruel light of dawn,
feet touching cold lino
to watch a kettle
so slow to boil.
Last night we rolled
up the carpets and
took the first
sips of decadence
that would drown
us in the morning.
Until 'what the hell'
accompanied by more
clinks, chinks and theories
expounded under
the smoke of
newly awakened,
uninhibited wranglings.
This grey light
does nothing to
the glow of last nights
drunken orgies
that left us
aching with parched
tongue and filtered
awareness.
I love you babe
body odour and all
We all stink in
the first light
but smell so sweet
at night
Poetry by Elle
Read 686 times
Written on 2015-03-29 at 20:27
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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