Drizzle.
Raindrops in your hair, on your cheeks, teeth
sparkled, lips wide, moist and red, as your face
looked up to him in abandonment.
How could, you betray me, don’t you know
a fool, like me, is passionate, you sat my heart
afire, the gasp of youth has died on my breath
Have you forgotten, only yesterday you kissed
me, yet you have kissed him with rude passion
moments before seeing me.
I left the bar when you entered, walked down
an alleyway where life’s losers live in disgrace
I didn’t look back once.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Monday, September 17, 2007
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