SLOW FLIRT

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JOURNAL # 41

symptomatic of a fever
that you are
yet more reliable
than quinine
a dodgy mix
this back room fix
we seem to have
gotten ourselves into
a charitable introduction
you fixated on
my sketchy history skills
flopped on their side
when you informed me
that Istanbul indeed is not
in the middle east
but upon the tip of Europe
A 'Slow Flirt' am I
I chirpily complained
which made you topple
like a styrofoam coffee cup
in the wind's rain
much dove tailing we then did
to shelter ourselves
by the nearest awning
we stand there now
grimly separated
never as close as we
ever thought we were
Howard Jones sang it best
long, long ago
No One Ever Is To Blame..............
(Aug. 15, 2012 150pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Things are never as they seem.........................

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NightPollen's picture

Very nice!

I really like it!

palewingedpoetess's picture

Thank you so much............

I enjoyed writing it as well. I apologise for not responding to your comment sooner. I am attempting to amend such situations now. Sincerely, Melissa