i drive home from a night of pretensions.
a man’s aftershave lingers on my skin
but not yours.
i was beautiful and bold tonight
you were not there to see me.
all these missing moments are agony.
like being punished for a non-existent crime
i could never have dreamed of committing.
the equinox full moon burns bright in the clearing sky above.
a beauty too beautiful to behold alone.
his scent still lingers on my skin
a taunting reminder of your absence.
and you,
you will awaken tomorrow afternoon
with the scent of another woman on your skin
March 22nd, 2008 at 7:45 pm
and which
one is truly
to rule here..
what country
is this?
March 22nd, 2008 at 7:46 pm
yeah but like. maybe ‘he’ misses your signature
twixt the genera of that lady’s scent..
y’ken?
would like to see your writ when you have this mythic him
March 23rd, 2008 at 7:06 pm
so beautiful and sad
such great imagery 