They called her Bussie, dumpie with acne
so nobody kissed her.
A matinee groupie who seldom saw a film.
The only tenderness she knew was
when she gave 'her boys' fellatio.
As the lights went down, so did Bussie.
Oh, so gently,
to callous thrusting intermixed
with muffled laughter.
When the film ended Bussie would arrange
herself and smile sweetly at her boys.
But nobody kissed her.
With a minimum of words, you have produced a detailed and sensitive portrait of Bussie with her acne and her need to be loved. Oh the agony of feminine plainness. I've no doubt the 'callous youths' didn't give her feelings a second thought. This is incredibly sad - and beautifully written. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You first sent this to me about a year ago I think. I is utterly heartwrenching; all-too-realistic; and written with the finest of pens. t x