Wednesday, September 28, 2005

love poem 

Cause this cronyism, scandal-ridden, morally defunct, administration makes me want to scream. So I'll let others scream for awhile and throw out some poems I've been messin' with

He’d ask her at dinner, over hummus and water, some
Fresh green peppers, onion and cucumbers in vinaigrette
A song in the background as tender as a bottle of fine wine.

She’d be wearing a sundress, simple as a smile and
Loose as wind, open-toed sandals, and a hint
Of nervousness. He’d wait until she blushed. The words

Would taste like springtime. Who would’ve thought
She’d say thank you, fold her napkin, kiss his cheek
Say, Sorry, I prefer a man who eats red meat.

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