Bohemian Romance Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Bohemian Romance
I never had a bohemian romance
Modeling for my lover or him for me
I never drank wine at the Lizard King's grave
At midnight, waiting for him arrived
As the wind blows in my hair in a Parisian, sultry night
Walking along with one of many lovers
I would recite my verses in his ear
Making him desire me more
Then, we find a corner in the back alley
To make love until the dusk came
Like that erotic novel I read long ago
I spent my youth, playing it safe
And now, I am middle-aged with a dog
Alone in a basement apartment
Staring at the TV, wondering if I have a chance still
Or am I too old to dream of those things I dreamt about?
Not many people are bohemian enough to imagine waiting at Jim Morrison's grave for him to show up at midnight.
t's pretty bohemian to imagine drinking wine at the Lizard King's grave. You have lured him out into the light of words, so now I'm going to go Google him.
Age is just the number, you are still young to do it. I mean emotionally. Fabulous poem.
Totally awesome and quite captivating! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++++
A beautifully expressed and crafted poem. Great images that vividly depict of the Poet's dream. Top Marks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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2/28/2026 8:34:35 AM # 1.0.0
You're never too old to dream, LeeAnn. I'm much older than you, and I still dream.